your family had been helicopter specialists, man and boy, for hundreds of years, making your quaint wooden pedal driven flying machines for your small town year in, year out, when one day a foreign corporation using new fangled techniques like combustion engines and electricity swooped in and, a maelstrom of dustclouds and rotorchatter, destroyed your tradional homespun industry and now you have to work in Starbucks.
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