(Picture this… you’re a young poor child named…I don’t know… you expect me to come up with everything?!.. God, I’m not paid enough for this… anyways… you live in a shed with your greatly disturbed alcoholic grandfather… when one day you’re walking down an alleyway when some guy wearing a tuxedo comes up to you) HEY KID…you want some crack?.. (you, knowing that drugs are bad, happily obliged. But when you open the little plastic bag… you find yourself a surprise! A little silver card… and no, not a golden ticket… do you really want us to get sued?!.. anyways… it’s an invite to Willy wankers drug & alcohol factory! Rumor says that there might be a chance to win the factory at the end of the tour!..)