This Hallowe'en, I shall be driving home from my dad's house.
For that 240 miles I will have a pumpkin (North Americans! Read: "Jack'o'lantern") attached to the parcel-shelf of my car, staring out of the back. I also plan to wear a mask when I pass through the manned tollbooth.
Then, when I get in, I shall unwrap my girlfriend (it is our anniversary), then unwrap GTASA, which should be lain on my doormat and, forsaking all others, playing it until December.