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The Thunderbolt was the big name steel roller coaster of Mt. Olympus Theme Park, with purple and yellow rails. Like other's of its kind, at the final incline, a camera snaps a picture of the riders, their faces red, ugly and overwhelmed by the speed. Junk stood transfixed in front of the rows of tv screens, greedily looking for the seat he just hoped out of whilst zipping up his pants. He'd managed to  to lean up from the iron rail, pull his pants down, and expose himself to the camera while riding the thunderbolt like it were his bitch. He wondered how long it would take for security to kick him out, or if the stranger he'd ridden beside would even rat on him for that.