Weak. That would probably work if I don't sell your pink Prelude to Paris Hilton who would proceed to stain your autotragic powered car's interior with her nasty skank juice. All while you and your towel-fashioned family are deported back to where you came from and are hung for not completing your obligations to Allah. This is after the unbathed, sweaty, fat prison guards violate your entire family in front of your eyes while dismembering what little camel-ramming manhood you have.