It is! When we were kids and they had that back and forth thing that came from the ceiling my dad would always tell us it was a monster tongue. If he liked us he'd eat us up, if he didn't he'd spit us out..I guess we didn't taste very good..I'm still alive to tell about it.
I used to, and STILL get a major rush out of the high-speed blowers at the end of these. I like to pay the extra buck just to hear those motors running. Sometimes, I crack the window just a bit too. Weeeeeee!
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