"Move, move, move!" You hear a man say in a thick Australian accent and bank sirens blare. "Drive me to Melbourne, Australia. Just know that I'm on the international no-fly list and I got a criminal record." It's almost like he's proud of that...

He jumps into your vehicle and doesn't buckle up. Instead, he puts his spoils in the back and grabs a can of beer and chugs it, resting his feet on the dashboard.

With a loud burp, he says, "What're you lookn' at? Drive, dammit! Do ya want ol' Flasher to catch us?"