Forgive me, my Danfinnwedish is a little rusty, but here goes: Ya takes yer grandmum’s walker and tack a jet engine on there and it bursts into flames now and then but what the hell, that’s just a cozy fire out here, and you grab hold of that thing while one friend holds a camera and another holds your vodka and you get shot over that lake at warp factor eleventy until the ice gives out. The End.