 You see, Ernie, I baked your mama a hot apple pie, and I was heading over to her house, and three guys held me at gunpoint, tied me up, and threw me in the back of their trunk, and we drove for what seemed like forever. And then, Ernie, I busted out, and I had to swim across shark-infested water, and I hitched a ride with this truck driver, and he dropped me off right outside of town at the Paradise Isle truck stop, and whew, honey, I am worn out. But how was your trip? If I'm gonna be bad, it better be good.