Let Us Spray

I saw the best filth of my generation destroyed by pressure.

I mean, there I am, clinging to the side of this truck, minding my own business. Just trying to be the best dirt I can be. But the pressure, good Lord, the pressure. It's unbearable sometimes. I really think I'm going to lose my grip, you know? And it's like, then where will I be? Washed down some drain to who-knows-where. All because I just couldn't take the pressure.

What? No, not the pressure of my job or my family. I'm talking about the pressure of the FNA Pressure Washer. Trying to hang on under that massive flow rate - it's not easy. A lot of the scum that used to live around here couldn't take it. I watched 'em lose their hold and just get swept away, one clump after another. Do you have any idea what that's like? And I'm next. I just know it. I'm next. The pressure. The pressure.

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