2. Only if you paid me. We’re talking millions. I’d want a written confidentiality agreement so that no one would ever know about it too. Thinking about it, I imagine I’d spend most of my millions on counselling and a psychotherapist to be able to cope with the post coital trauma I’d be suffering. I would potentially even invest all my millions into developing a real world Men in Black Neuralyser to completely wipe the memory of it all. I would also buy a packet of Haribo Tangfastics — I don’t know why, I just like them.