Rob a bank, catch a train to Mexico, blow all the money on extravagant parties and end up working as slaves for the drug cartel. Then on day 2, we high jack a plane, fly to Montana where we change our names and work as fly fishing tour guides. I end up drowning after being mauled by a bear and you call the police and come clean. You serve a few years but get beat up one night by a gang of butch chicks and your knocked unconscious. When you wake up, you see me sitting there wondering what was in the weed we just smoked. We then plan date #2, but this time we decide on a good movie and popcorn with some epic cuddling.