The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of ... [+]
AMERICA,
QUEEN OF OSTRICHES...
LET'S PUT OUR HEAD IN THE SAND
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
NOW, LET'S REMOVE OUR HEAD FROM THE SAND,
WHAT DO I SEE?
OOPS! NOT THAT! NOT THAT!
THE STATUE OF LIBERTY
LOST HER TORCH,
SHE CARRIES A GUN INSTEAD!
WHERE ARE WE GOING?
WHAT CAN WE DO?
IN A HASTE, SHE WILL
GO BACK TO FRANCE
IF WE CONTINUE...