[ WP ] A Car is on its final trip to the crusher . What goes through its mind for this last voyage ?

The junkyard employee flipped a waist-high lever from his platform over the car crusher. Two huge drums began spinning inside the giant cube and a slide on the top opened to reveal the inside where the two drums met. Metal teeth whirred faster, hummed louder. The employee grabbed hold of the railing and leaned back to watch the sight that was about to unfold. 
 
 To the right of the crushing machine another worker manned a crane that was now lifting an old green Buick by the undercarriage. He raised the car up high over the crushing machine, halting when it was centered over the opening. The Buick swung in the wind. Its hard lines and faded green hid no antiquity in the sunlight, glinting in the windows and rear-view mirrors. 
 
 `` It's a shame,'' muttered the employee leaning on the platform, `` It's always a shame. Someone loved that car.'' He gave the crane worker a thumbs up. The crane's claw released the Buick into the opening of the crusher. 
 
 `` Oh nooo, savee mee. My faccceghaghagh—'' mocked the employee in a falsetto, cartoony voice. Then, once the car's rear end disappeared under the rolling drums, he stood up straight and raised his hand in salute. `` Let us commend this Buick to the mercy of the graveyard. To drive is to live. This Buick drove, therefore it lived a good, long life. 40 years on the road and now, we, the junkyard crew, bring it to rest. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to metal, in the sure and certain hope of recyclation among future generations.'' From the platform, the employee saw the crane worker saluting enthusiastically in the control box. 
 
 He waited for the light below the control level to turn green, indicating the crusher was ready for another. Moments passed, then a mechanic click sounded and the green light flashed. 
 
 `` Next!'' the employee shouted. 
 
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