I'm sorry, miss. It was a false alarm... We ran into a frozen humpback whale, not an iceberg. So, we should be arrving safely in New York this time tomorrow.
Ah, fuck me! Now I gotta decide between the rich, uncaring, self-centered bastard, or the poor, white-trashed artist!
That's quite a dilemma...
While you're deciding, what say we go back to your stateroom and you let me fondle your funbags?
