The Accordion AccordMature

As Pete was walking away, dejected, an utterly wonderful act of fate intervened.

For at the moment he began to let go of his Polka Metal dream, a car careened off the road and slammed into a brick house within pissing distance of Pete. It was one of those crappy little electric wimp-mobiles and the little amount of sheet metal involved had been squashed into a perfect accordion shape. 

"Accordion! That's it!" Pete exclaimed as he excitingly walked back towards his house, completely ignoring the corpse of the pompous, liberal, hippy snob type in the crushed little smart car.

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