I'll do my best. I swear.
I hope to buy a viking motorboat in Oslo. Complete with boarding planks and a fuck off big metal spike on the front. I'll call it 'The Bastard'.
I'll BBQ. Its almost a promise, but its not cause I'll feel bad if it falls through.
The greatest delight is to mark one's enemy, prepare everything, avenge oneself thoroughly, and then go to sleep.