Ready... Lets Begin (one sentence)

As I raced in my solar-powered hovercraft across the Utah Bad-lands, with Trixie Hobbetts sitting beside me, clutching the chalice of power possessively, and Melvin Ertnik sitting the other side, one hand holding his ragged toupee atop his balding head, screaming frightenedly in ancient Gaelic (the only language he could speak at present), while we tried to avoid lazer-fire from the approaching war-choppers, and dodged the buffaloes stampeding the opposite way, I paused for briefly to recall in my mind how events had led to this moment (the events that had started so innocently, such a short time ago, when I was cutting the lawn with hedge-trimmers outside my quiet suburban house in Duston, Ohio, and had not been expecting anything exciting to happen, except for the impending arrival of my frightening Aunt Holga and her mousey husband Burton, unaware that in such a short time so much would be happening to me, around me, and because of me), and then, returning to the present moment, I quickly changed course, taking the hovercraft into a nearby ravine, and concealing it within a handy cave, which would surely give us just enough time to flashback once again to the beginning of the story in order to fully unfold the unfolding plot...

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