I break into Wendy's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chicken nugget recipe. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. You are this woman. You are Wendy. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell you to meet me in Amsterdam, but I go to China. I fully trust you yet. Besides, China is awesome. Thirty years later, our son is now the President of the United States. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell you to meet me in New York at Madison Square Park. I give you a brown paper bag. It has the nugget recipe in it. I haven't used it all these years. You are welcome.