I'm kicking your arse next time, kid.

Where's the porn on this thing? Can I check my email from here? There was this guy from a club the other night...

Tseng, just because I suggest strapping in and all was not a reason to ditch me once through that warped customs. I couldn't find anyone, and next thing I knew, I was waking up on the sidewalk.

I take it we all got off the crashing ship okay then? Did we find the Boss yet? Rude, tell me you brought me cigarettes. Or liquor. Or both would be outstanding.

Those things at the customs even tried to take my EMR. I had to explain to them that it was really a self-pleasuring device. Helpful guy that I am, I even drew them a few diagrams and let them take scans of it. I really hope they don't actually -try- that on someone. Their view of human sexuality might be a little warped, by the way.

Now to figure out just where I am.