Plan A, B, C..

A while ago the incredibly funny F. and I made some plans what to do if we don't succeed as expected in the medical sector.
Here are our plans:

1. Plan A:
   Don't take anything with you, only light packaging! 1 of us will choose the toilet excuse to escape, the other one will have to roll to the door in this penguin like manner and we'll have to shoot our way outside with a banana. Next stop: Freedom!
2. Plan B: Fish&Chips shop at the Maldives. 
3. Plan C:Becoming Paris Hilton's new BFF. Alternative: Flavor of Love, worst case: A shot at love - Tila Tequila.
4. Plan D:Throwing a smoke-bomb,  covering the floor behind us with marbles, using the outfits of the kitchen-staff to escape in a tub filled with chips and Tzatziki through the back door.
5. Plan E: Finding a good looking, young intern, marry him, become a housewife, live a life in luxury
6. Plan F: Flying out of the window with a fan, sail to the Amazonas, being worshipped there as a goddess.

As you can see, we are still working at the hospital.
I kinda like the last idea though..