You almost had me.
No one to tampa with the evidence...
There's norway I'm going near that one.
Why not? How 'ard would it be?
Like going to Hel 'n' back.
Aw C'mon, it could B'easily done
Wait till the Ship leaves for your shores.
You win! I put my poor, lean hands on my heart and concede defeat.

Why must there be a winner? Can't we wait until it peters out?