A old mate of mine used to work in a car auction house in Leighton BuzzardA cat crawled under the bonnet of an old transit that had been left open by people inspecting the cars going through the sales and proceeded to fall asleep on the still warm engine. Someone else came along, turned the motor on without looking and the poor cat got minced by the fan. Cue copious vomiting from onlookers and my mate.
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