How would you all get to the place where you have to redeem the ticket?
First choice is a jet powered helicopter filled with albino tiger cubs.
Failing that, I call my old man, Papa Pete, and he cruises over with the shotguns filled with turkey loads, and we open carry right through the front rough ridin' doors.
As a fall back plan, I would call clams. He picks me up in the M. We have the top down, our shirts off, smoking cigars, and blasting 2 Live Crew on the hi fi all the way there.