Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
Tell them I hate them. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. One hundred dollars. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd.
Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Do a flip! How much did you make me?