Remember that photo of me and that chick I met from Clanker? Turns out the Diner I took her to had a surveillance camera. I told the diner there was a murder and that I was a detective and that I needed the footage. I just wanted to show you all that I really put on the moves that night, but she was a cooooold hunk of steel. Needless to say, my actuator didn't get oiled that night. No hard drives to be found. Sigh. I tried.















