Lisa wanted the information badly, so she asked, "Aww, come on. I bet you have so much to tell me. Can you please tell me more?"
Gus, waking up, said, "Oh, alright, fine. But we'll have to meet at a different place, since it's the evening. How 'bout, at Chunky's Seafood Shack?"
Lisa beamed. "Why yes, of course. Let's do that, then. Does 8:00 A.M. sound good to you?"
Gus was a saint. "Sure, sounds good. Well, have a good evening ma'am."
"Oh, you too."
And so, Lisa was walking on her way to the hotel, getting all of the sights in along the way. Everyone is huge, she noted. There were fat kids, fat teens, fat women, fat men, fat dancers, and even Fat Bastard.
"Och, if it isnae ye, missy!"
Ah, shit. He noticed me. "Um, hello, sir."
"Sairrr? SAIRR? Wa, aam a stoaner workin' scottsman haur, eatin' bairns an' ham an' whit hae ye."
Lisa wanted to get away from this man as fast as possible, so she said, "I'd best be going, then."