"Well good sir, I do hope you'll take me to a very fine hat store before I go back to America to deliver a MESSIDGE"
"Yes, tuf bono, I can do that" The cab driver said, maniacally.
"Why that's mighty respectable of you, mr. cab driver."
"Thank you mr. tuf bono" The cab driver said, menacingly.
"Say, mr. cab driver, I've been galavanting around the world, and I really don't know where I am anymore. Where am I?"
"You're in London, Mr. Tuf Bono." The cab driver said, alarmingly.
"Oh I see, I see. Good town. And what's this fine music you're listening to mr. cab driver?"
"A nice respectable-like American band, perhaps you've heard of them, since they won't exist for a few years and you are all about fucking up the mainstream/timeline. They're called Nirvana MR. Tuf Bono" The cab driver said, dangerously.
"Oh, I see, I see. Well it's...it's pretty interesting, though I am feeling a strange need for some butter, and a knife right now."
"You want a knife? I've got a knife. Prepare to be a victim..................OF KNIFE CRIME, BONO!" the cab driver said, with absolutely no respect.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"