Prince Sulstan and I

So upon arriving very late last night to New York City, I asked the cab driver to take me to the Waldorf Astoria. I have heard for weeks that Prince Sulstan has taken over some two floors at the Hotel, where he is "recovering" although Saudi royal family insists that he is in "excellent health." So I entered his suite, and yelled: Hey, you MF Prince Sustan. How are you doing? He said: well, I am dead. I have been dead for a while now. I said: are you sure? He said: very sure. I am very dead. So I went over and kicked him in the shin (it is not offensive in Arab culture--unlike in Western culture) and then punched him in the face. He assured me that he did not feel a thing because he is dead. I then said: do you still like bribes? He said: indeed. Very much, sir. So I threw a quarter at him and he went on his knees to fetch it. I then went back to my hotel where I--along with my entourage--occupy three floors.