"Hey Kurt, where the hell are ya? The missus and me has burnt through five whole packets of cigarettes and three bottles of whisky sitting at the bar all day worried about you riding that stupid god awful recumbent all over the place.
Got Tommy's bike here with me now. Had it shipped over specially for you coming down. She's a beaut. You're gonna love riding it. Hey Kurt, don't know if you've seen the papers, but they're all getting really mad at you over in England. This guy Toothwinder's really got 'em singing. We can't afford another war you know?
Hey?.....what did you say?.....yeah, yeah ok....I hear you.....alright we'll be in the bar, we ain't moving, see you down there."