Australia

Today I walked around Sydney. I tried to imitate the accent so I could pretend I was a native. I kept calling everyone mate and started speaking with appostrophies in stead of words. One guy took me crocadile wrestling. His name was Bloke. Bloke and I went out back to the swamp. It took us a while to find one. When we did, I jumped on it and it bit my arm off. I ordered another one from the creator of Star Wars, since it seems to happen a lot in the movies, and they just slap a mechanical one on. I also looked on line for an arm from the makers of I, Robot, but they're a lot more expensive. Well, the next stop is Asia. The Beef Jerky with teleportation abilities tastes a little bland. I think I should add more salt.