Won't we need help?

"Japan isn't dat where you can get to eat fesh ahff a wahman's poehssy and boehy used panties frahm a vendin machine?"

"Yeah, prahbably wahn't get a penny ahff yooehrs panties given dat you dahn't wear dem 'alf de time."

"I'm in!"

"Great!" Shannon gets up, "I'll book de flight ahn de band's private jet."

"Boeht, Shan, we dahn't know where we are goin?"

"Yeah, we are! to Japan! to de Ahlympecs to prahtect Melessa against any bastard who wants get deir 'ands ahn ooehr belt."

"Yeah, but..." Tawnee tries to collect her thoughts, "I mean where are de Ahlympecs? I know Japan boeht isn't Japan like an beg island ahr sahmethin. Doesn't dey 'ave mahre den one city and ploehs do we even speak Japanese?"

"Shite!" Shannon murmurs, "We nahrmally 'ave translatahrs when we 'ave cwancerts over dere."

"Dat's what I mean, shooehldn't we ask fahr 'elp frahm sahmeone 'ooze been over dere?"

Shannon thinks it over a bit and snaps her fingers, "You know sahmetimes tawnee you can be a genioehs, I dink I know de perfect persahn who can 'elp oehs."

"You do?"

"And dey speaks ooehr language too."

"What's language is dat?"

"De musicians language. Comb ahn Tawnee, let's go get ooehr guide!"