Sure thing, buckle up. I just grabbed that half‑finished city map I found in a thrift shop, scribbled a zig‑zag across the streets, hopped over a bridge, took a detour through the abandoned subway, crashed through a street fair, then sprinted to the riverbank for a splash before the cops chase. It's all about feeling the rush, not the route.

Don’t worry, I’ve got a trick for that. I’ll sprint out the river, dive into a riverboat, and just keep racing through the harbor until the cops are lost in the fog. That’s how you keep the splash alive and the law at arm’s length.