After several more hours on the road, I arrived in Brussels, where I stopped once again for gas, as my car was dangerously close to empty from the journey. I almost expected Phil Collins to accost me once again, but he was nowhere to be found, to my relief.
"Surprising," I thought to myself, "for surely he would have followed me in a shocked rage after I so effortlessly decimated his attempt at a one-liner.
"Perhaps he is indeed following me, but maintaining a distance so as to not blow his cover," I then thought, my mind becoming increasingly frantic and paranoid.
"Maybe he's working with the Fears," my mind convinced me, and with that I returned to my car and hastily drove away and into immense traffic, so that I could not be followed.
"Surprising," I thought to myself, "for surely he would have followed me in a shocked rage after I so effortlessly decimated his attempt at a one-liner.
"Perhaps he is indeed following me, but maintaining a distance so as to not blow his cover," I then thought, my mind becoming increasingly frantic and paranoid.
"Maybe he's working with the Fears," my mind convinced me, and with that I returned to my car and hastily drove away and into immense traffic, so that I could not be followed.
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