In which my New Zealand friend and confidant Comrade McBroington shares his inner-most thoughts with me, unaware that I intend to share them with the world.
CB: I had a dream the other night. My lady and I were going on holidays to Vietnam. So we arrive at the airport in Ho Chi Min city, and we're attacked by gorillas.
Dr. Cam: Guerrilas or Gorillas?
DC: What happened?
CB: Well, they were attacking us right, and then they stopped and said that they'd mind our bags while we went sight-seeing, so we left our bags with them EVEN THOUGH we knew they were going to steal from them.
DC: You moron. You can't trust gorillas.