...promise you won't kill me.

Georgie and I are coming home in the morning, and we need to talk. Where are we at, investigating Nahuel's holdings?

Oi, you wanker, where the devil are you? Anyway, ring me back, yeah? I've a proposition for you...it involves snow, pretty girls, and pretty girls in the snow.

Want to know more? Call me. Fast, before I change my mind about helping you find a shag, yeah? Ta.