And so we convinced our parents to loan us, for a week, the 67 million dollars that would seal the deal. By Friday I was worried a lot because I only had 50 million left and I couldn't find my Harley keys. Bob stopped by to show us where his toes had been torn off by a walrus and he was nice enough to give me 32 million bucks from his walrus-poisoning account. "Pay it back whenever," he said while limping away.