Intrigued, he answers:
I was just checking me emails and blow me down if I didn't find yours. Twenty two million bucks is a lot of serious drinking, mate, too right it is. Probably help in pulling the chicks down at the surf too, what ya reckon, eh?
I'm not too sure what ya mean by modalities but I reckon I'm your man. What do I have to do, mate? Say the word and I'm yours.
(But all me mates call me Thommo)