So it's decided. If I'm ever you, I'll spend the day at yer place in that Germany place of yours and keep myself entertained with the "famous" beer and sausage you mentioned and won't ruin your image, and you'll keep from tryin' to see how many marks you can leave on yourself-myself, and won't give me more hand jobs than absolutely necessary.

...Y'know, some how I don't feel like I actually decided on anything important with all this, besides that yer weird. Really fuckin' weird.