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Whilst taking refuge from a hail of italian sausages under the marquee of luncheon meats which is Sydney's light rail network, the soon to be members of Mutgash Poison, who at that time were collectively involved in the final assault on turpentine took stock of their current situation. They were low on water. They had no means of escape. Their inclination was small. But perhaps the most telling of all...that tomorrow was last Tuesday. With a newly donated resolve, bequeathed to them by executor of the estate of despair, they formed a vehicle to transport their pityful life scripts to the dusty plains of Dubbo and beyond.