So we're going to Bosnia next summer. Maybe. Then to Germany. That one's a definite. So start savin' because we're gonna make a film out of it, you and I. A film about whatever antics we get mayhap find ourselves entwined in before we reach our final destination... such as an 80's dance-off versus a french guy dressed as a robot or a daring escape from the bowels of a dungeon where we're sold to be taken apart by random freakshows like Mr. Potato Heads. ...Come on, it'll be fun! AND we'll be rich! Movie star status for reasons I already forgot!

In the interest of accuracy, please note me on how much money you're bringing. I may have to borrow a few bucks. Depending upon how expensive it's gonna be to rent a Saleen S7 or a death-mobile of equal or greater value for our entertainment on the auto bahns. ...Hey, I told you it's gonna be fun, don't back out on me now! No one's gonna come see our movie if I'm the only one in it. And SOMEONE's gotta smuggle the drugs. I never said it was gonna be a free ride.