[i] Instead of shaking his hand, Bjorke clasped his forearm in a tight grip and pumped it. Must be a Viking thing.[/i] "I'm a Viking, Mr. Damien. Scandinavian. Now would you be so kind and tell me where the hell I am?" [i] He said with a booming laugh. When he laughed.. he laughed. The angler fish at the bottom of the ocean probably heard it. [/i]