Placeholder: Climbing onto the tank's formidable frame, Tank Girl let out a triumphant laugh, her laughter a symphony of rebellion that resonated through the underground refuge. With a mischievous grin, she turned to the assembled crowd, her spirit infectious and her defiance unwavering. "Time to ride the rainbow, my friends!" she shouted, revving the tank's engine with a cacophonous roar. The cavern filled with the thunderous sound of machinery and the cheers of those who had come to witness the spectacle. Climbing onto the tank's formidable frame, Tank Girl let out a triumphant laugh, her laughter a symphony of rebellion that resonated through the underground refuge. With a mischievous grin, she turned to the assembled crowd, her spirit infectious and her defiance unwavering. "Time to ride the rainbow, my friends!" she shouted, revving the tank's engine with a cacophonous roar. The cavern filled with the thunderous sound of machinery and the cheers of those who had come to witness the spectacle.

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Climbing onto the tank's formidable frame, Tank Girl let out a triumphant laugh, her laughter a symphony of rebellion that resonated through the underground refuge. With a mischievous grin, she turned to the assembled crowd, her spirit infectious and her defiance unwavering. "Time to ride the rainbow, my friends!" she shouted, revving the tank's engine with a cacophonous roar. The cavern filled with the thunderous sound of machinery and the cheers of those who had come to witness the spectacle.

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