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You know those vapour trails in the sky? The ones left by meandering airliners five miles above your head? They're chem-trails, man; they're trying to fry the synapses right out of your brain, leaving you vulnerable and fresh for the harvesting. It's all a conspiracy—aliens, the gubbermint, CanWest Global; they're all in cahoots, man. It's the Big They, and they're hot on your heels. Get out your tinfoil hat.