you’re supposed in Vegas covering the National District Attorney’s Conference, I rented a suite at the Flamingo. Everything has been arranged. Now, what are you doing out in the middle of the desert?
Nothing. Never mind, it was all a big joke. Actually, I’m poolside at the Flamingo right now, talking though a portable phone some dwarf brought out from the casino. I have total credit here. DON’T come anywhere near this place, you bastard. Foreigners aren’t welcome.