Jayzis, no bother there buddy. You won’t get stuck when it’s time to head back home. There’s no shortage of fuel, if you know wha’ oy mean.
A wind-powered cruisin’ ship, now, that’s rapid! An’ a fine lookin’ yoke she is too.
The day you invent a rain-powered engine, you can come back here, and break world records!
Now, for the parking, it’s not wind-powered oy’m afraid.
Yep, it’s a foiver a day.
Cash, if you don’t mind, buddy.
No need to get the tax man involved. Know wha’ oy mean?