I am captain of the vessel "OMAC II". I am sitting in my state room as I type this, no wait, I am standing as my butler Pootsa cleans and oils my cherry wood sitting chair. My current quest is to discover the legendary lost oyster bed of the Bering Strait. However, due to a faulty compass and rusty sextant, my First Mate, Patsy has been taking readings off the moon which has led us slightly astray, somewhere in the vicinity of Seattle, Washington. I am anchored next to a naval destroyer which is continually inquiring about the status of my cannons. I have instructed my crew to stop throwing fruit at the hull of the naval ship. Nevertheless the ships captain continually questions our intentions. I will continue to point and drink Gatorade in a defiant manner so that my crew does not suspect my deep seated terror. Et tu Brutus? Where for art thou Romeo?!? These answers I have not for thee. But If I had to make my best guess: 1. Yes 2. Over there somewhere...