Oh, you think THAT'S bad? Once I crawled naked across a rocky desert in order to get my hands on a bootleg copy of The Empire Strikes Back. Took me three months. I died four times. And once I got there, wouldn't you know it, it was Return of the Jedi my contact had. The bastard.

I ended up in the Arizona State hospital for six months after that. They had to give me shock therapy because I wouldn't stop humming my vid song. (FYI - they don't really like the Bee Gees in Arizona)