You’d just won a pretty big tournament I’m assuming you flew to Seoul for. I was by far the toughest competitor, the hottest too, but you won. As soon as you claimed the prize, I ambushed you. Now you’re strapped to me and my motorcycle. I’m flooring it. You’re snoring too damn loud, so I shake you awake.

“Hey. You did pretty damn good back there. I’ll be holding on to the prize money. And you, for that matter. Any complaints you wanna pull out your ass will be thoughtfully ignored, bitch.”