We will all be long dead in 2022. We will all be dead before the end of this year, trust me. The Aztecs have foreseen it.
I thought it was the Mayans?
You're right, my mistake. But grant me that you could easily confuse the two. These empires were practically neighbors.
Oh and Mickey, I want to arrange a meeting with you to talk things over. Come see me at the basement of that Montreal house, you know which one I mean. You will feel safe there, I guarantee it. I'm sure we will straighten things out.
