I flip out a lot, but I’ve got the stacks. I’m a serial killer, “Ready or not?” I’ve got the green in a wear house (facts). Grab my mouse, order a thousand. Xanax be in my driveway before the po-po realizes I’ve been getting drugs. I’m stuck, I need a way out of this situation. My buddy’s house is adjacent to the one the Coke was sent. I just have to hop the fence to get to it. I made it out, but you know who didn’t? My accountant.