"A [i]frat boy[/i]!?" Luka repeated in pure indignation as he looked up from his card. "How dare you compare me to those tribes of savages! I have absolutely nothing in common with those barbarians! Nothing at all...! Never the less, you two do make a fair point." Luka turned his gaze from the girls and back to Santana. "Wealthy and well-connected as I am, those things take a little longer than five minutes to bring to bear. I trust you have some plan that will allow us to swiftly overcome this explosive enemy?"