We've also got a beer swilling establishment called The Rhino. Intrigued, I stepped inside. The Rhino boasts about their world class selection of beer.
"I'll have an Assam Lager", I said to the waitress.
She looked at me like I had a horn on my head. "We haven't got any, hunn", snapping her bubbling gums and rolling her eyes.
I lost it.
Head down, I flipped a few tables. Beer was strewn everywhere. I then went out on the street and knocked over a half dozen hapless pedestrians. Don't feel sorry for them, they were texting. They deserved it. I then charged back into the restaurant through the brick wall, for effect. I could have just as easily used the door.
I rampaged my way toward the office, found the vault and cracked it open with my horn. Gold bullion and some Molson coupons spilled onto the floor so I gathered up as much bullion as I could in my muscular arms, grunted like a Wagnerian bass, and made my way back outside through my brick silhouette. Back in my rhino den, I piled my gold high, then called Peter Munk and negotiated a trade. In exchange for the bullion, the new Peter Munk Centre For International Business will now be christened the Peter Munk And The Rhino Centre For International Business. A bit wordy, true.
I should mention that this happened on Sunday. Yesterday I had a ukulele lesson.
Ever wonder what my role model looks and sounds like? Here's a Spiderman video clip from 1967. You need only watch the first minute and a half to understand my mission....to rule the world. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqIKTQz_Xf4
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