I wanna go back to the year nineteen eighty five. The garage is screaming with the sound of the drive. The Chiquita is plugged into the wall of the beast, A ten-foot monster, the orange cable released. One single stroke of the steel upon the string, Waiting for the thunder that the modules will bring. Doc, you gotta help me, the circuit is live! We’re pushing past the limit just to stay alive! The flux capacitor is overcharged and hot, One point twenty one Gigawatts... Great Scott! Eighty eight miles per hour on the glowing dash. The space-time fabric is ready to crash. Plutonium is glowing in the dark of the night, The DeLorean is hunting for the bolts of the light. The CRM one four is starting to shake, How much raw power can an Earthling heart take? Doc, you gotta help me, the circuit is live! We’re pushing past the limit just to stay alive! The flux capacitor is overcharged and hot, One point twenty one Gigawatts... Great Scott! The hook is on the wire and the clock strikes the hour. Harnessing the rather terrifying power. The Hill Valley sky is turning purple and blue, Send me back to the world that I formerly knew. The speaker is melting, the cone is gonna blow, Three... two... one... now it’s time to go! Doc, you gotta help me, the circuit is live! We’re pushing past the limit just to stay alive! The flux capacitor is overcharged and hot, One point twenty one Gigawatts... Great Scott!
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