So Mike jumps ship in Hong Kong and makse his way over to Tibet, and he gets on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, he tells them he's a pro jock, and who do you think they give him? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, Mike's on the first tee with him and gives him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one -- big hitter, the Lama -- long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga...gunga -- gunga galunga. So they finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff Aho. And Mike says, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So among other things, Mike's got that goin' for him, which is nice.