Rush Hour


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 * RrrrRRRGH! Blasted road hogs... Block my way uptown, will they? Trap me in a traffic jam -- how dare they?!
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 * I'm not about to waste my time idling halfway up First Avenue, like some sort of... of... COMMUTER!
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 * No! I'm going to park right here in the street, find whoever's responsible for this debacle, and give them a piece of my--
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 * OH, FOR THE LAST TIME -- WILL YOU NITWITS STOP THAT INFERNAL HONKING?! I am TRYING to THINK!
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 * OH, FOR THE LAST TIME -- WILL YOU NITWITS STOP THAT INFERNAL HONKING?! I am TRYING to THINK!
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Level 6 "Clear the Road"
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 * Send Medusa to clear the road near the R.A.S.
 * 6h
 * 5, 100
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 * RrrrRRRGH!!! Ohh, that awful, withered-up old--
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 * There she was, that rattletrap car of hers parked RIGHT in the street, yammering on at the TOP of her lungs--
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 * ... And she has the absolute GALL to call ME a "fashion tragedy"! As if I would EVER be caught dead with her skunk hair.
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 * ... And blast that meddling traffic cop for trying to stop me from snapping off her hood ornament, too!
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 * ... And blast that meddling traffic cop for trying to stop me from snapping off her hood ornament, too!
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Trivia

 * The driver Madame Medusa complains about is Cruella.