So you're this übermensch-y sorta chiseled blond dude stepping off an Air Tunis Ilyushin-62 in some sweaty clangorous Arab town, and the locals are screaming and there's this godawful wailing music, and you dislike it intensely. So, you go buy yourself a brand-new Mercedes-Benz. Problem solved! By the way, we think we should get Bonus Restraint Points here for not going off on a William S. Burroughs-style routine about purchasing slave boys.