Well if this is it old boy I hope you don’t mind if I go out speaking the kings. By all means Captain. There’s a special rung in hell sir, for people who waste good scotch seeing as I may be rapping on the door momentarily. I must say damn good stuff sir. Now, about this pickle we find ourselves in it would appear there’s only one thing left for you to do. And what would that be? Stiglitz. Say ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ to your Nazi balls.