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It's the evening and you're driving alone along the main street of an unfamiliar town looking for a hotel for the night. The pavement is rather bumpy and you feel eerie as the streets are deserted. Then, as you approach the Town Hall, the doors burst open and the townspeople emerge shouting 'monorail!'. Terrified by what you were fleeing back home in Ogdenville, you make a dash for the only bridge out of town. Maybe there will be a room in Shelbyville.