Do you like luxury? Do you enjoy fine things? Silks? Furs? Fine exotic woods?
I thought so. I, myself, enjoy luxury. That's why I drive the finest motorcar in the world. "Jag-u-ar." I 'm also the spokesperson for Jag-u-ar. The finest motorcar in the world. Jag-u-ar.
I'm also a spy for the Swiss government. Would you like to guess my codename?
No. It’s not Jaguar. It’s Luxury.
Shh. Not so loud. We're not safe here. So, do you like luxury?
I already asked that. I'm sorry. I'm tired. I did 900 voiceovers today for Jag-u-ar. I also killed a man in an elevator.
Do you mind If I sketch you? Nothing would please me more. I have a studio back at my apartment. It's close. A 12-hour drive. Which, of course, feels like nothing when you're behind the wheel of the world's finest motorcar, Jag-u-ar.
There's only one problem. I don't know how to drive a stick. And I have no depth perception.
And we will need to steal a car. Jag-u-ar.
I'm sorry I keep saying it. I'm tired. You know, with the voiceovers and killing that guy.
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