Larry didn't know what he was hauling and he didn't care. The less questions he asked the more money he made. The tanker truck crested a hill on its way through the city to the internet. At the top Larry looked down and saw packed rows of cars, in front of them a colorful parade. "God damn dikes," he muttered as he put on the brakes. His expression of annoyance shifted to shock as the truck kept rolling. Gravity pulled without resistance and the huge vehicle slowly picked up speed. Frantically Larry pumped the brakes, but nothing happened. The cab shuddered as the truck plowed into the back of a volkswagan sending it skidding forward. Cars slammed into one another like dominos on wheels and the tractor trailer kept coming.
Below beneath the cover of shouts and cheers, the feminists did not hear the truck until it was less than a block away hurtling at a high-way speed. On either side women dropped their signs and ran. The painted cardboard protests ranged in tone from 'Equal Pay Now' to 'Mayor Hayes Supports Rape'. Some of the angry women had no time to escape, particularly the radical feminists, who were caught in the center of the intersection. Some watched others screamed as the tanker tipped over. Its container ruptured in the crash and a wave of green liquid sloshed over 5th avenue, dousing the so called 'dikes'.
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