Revenge is your intention here, that's obvious. If money is no object, then we're going to do just fine together.

First step: Copy 5000 leaflets that read: "TONIGHT ONLY - $50 BILLS FOR EACH PERSON REDEEMING THIS FLYER" Put in the usual BS that makes this sound real: "Only one coupon per person, valid only on Friday at 5:00pm at the MAIN entrance."

Second step: Distribute these leaflets to the unemployed minority Americans who make a living passing out nudie handbills. Give each of these losers $100 to make this shit happen. Unleash the leaflets at 2:00pm.

Third step: Time to prepare. Meet your cohort in crime at the "A-TEAM Van®" (yep - the real thing... took it right out from under Mr. T's fat ass years ago on a job in California) on Tropicana. It's time to lock and load. You will receive (2) Skorpion fully-automatic machine pistols, a tear-away suit, which is patterned after the typical Vegas tourist (simple business suit), along with enough clips to prove your point.

THE SKORPION!

As an extra, added bonus, you'll also receive a briefcase with foam cut-outs for the two said Skorpions, along with a bandolier that holds fifteen (15) concussion grenades, along with a second bandolier that holds ten (10) half-pound breaching charges. You'll also get a roll of duct tape, ear plugs, sunglasses, and a BASE-jump chute (parafoil).

Fourth Step: Target approach. 5:30pm. The casino should be in a wild frenzy with your distribution of the $50 FREE flyers. Chaos masks your fully-equipped, determined stride through the casino.

Door = Breaching Charge. Five Seconds. Back Off. Pressure Wave. Forward. Through the smoke like the Hounds of Hell. The Floor Resembles a Plate of Spaghetti and MEATBALLS. Lob in a Concussion Grenade. Any opposition just stop! Unleash the Skorpions wherever necessary.

Fifth Step: Muzzle that dumbass with a hefty strip of duct tape... that guy that made you feel pain and took your belongings. Whistle up a cab while Rome burns.

Sixth Step: Take the elevator to the top of the Stratosphere. At this point the Skorpions need to come out in earnest and the business suit falls away. That fat kid, who is the top-floor security chump, should be blown completely through the Observation Glass on the 74th floor with 58 rounds from the duel Skorpions... he's irritating. Recon tells you that the fire escape stairs on 73 (you have to go down a floor) is the route to the Big Shot Ride. Pushing your battered cargo in front of you, while cinching up your parachute straps, you stumble onto the windy deck... Floor 76... the take-off for the Big Shot.

Seventh Step: The two of you slump into your jump seats of the Big Shot, which have been especially equipped with no restraining bars. Your prisoner jerks his head left and right, looking for normalcy in a new land. The operator, Ed, has removed the cumbersome safety bars for us. There are plenty of other seats to handle patrons tonight, but it's hot and the 76th floor is off-limits anyway. Ed is my associate, and he'll be running the Big Shot to help us out in your time of need. Ed walks away, turns back and says, "Have a great ride, fellas."

The Big Shot takes off so fast, it's hard to tell what day it is. Your stomach is all of the sudden in your pelvis. There's a moment when the ride reaches the top... where you can see all of the shimmering lights and glistening beauty of the city.... and that's where you tighten your grip on the asshole and kick off... heaving both of you out into the crisp evening air at over 1200 feet off the deck.

Eighth Step: Release your screaming cargo. Chuck out the pilot chute to extract the parafoil, and guide yourself to The Van, which will scoot you off to the airport. All in the necessary 18 hours.