You know that movie where the kid gets detailed schematics for a star drive/forcefield in his sleep? Well, I apparently get detailed schematics for how to blow up a parking lot. (One specific parking lot - it was very clear that this wouldn't work on *any* parking lot - and no, I don't know which one.)
Apparently it involves a copy of AOL, a set of neural implants, and the kid from Pitch Black.
Once the parking lot was blown up, I got chased around by an angry Russian with a shotgun for a few minutes. Then his brother showed up - he'd stolen a farm tractor and mounted a flamethrower on its back. Have you ever tried to drive a two-story-tall farm tractor into someone backwards? No, neither have I, but judging by the amount of swearing the driver was doing, it isn't easy.
Oh, and Barnes&Nobles is just a front for a prostitution ring. You heard it here first.