Child, I’ve been watching with curiosity for hours as you slowly crept towards me. I now see that which you plan. Let me dissuade you from this foolhardiness. I’m not some dirt mound that you may trifle with. I was born when the mighty lips of continents sighed and slobbered over each other. I have seen stars being rubbed out of existence. You and your contraption shall go no further. Damn your insolence, child. That tickles. Pay-off: Meet interesting places. Campaign for Land Rover.