You know how you're all lazy and you're like, "Oh, what do I care if there are more millionaires than ever, I'm fine renting an apartment and being happy and not letting business run my life?" And then you realize that there is a booming luxury submarine market and, well, screw happiness. I want a damn submarine. A cool submarine is basically the one thing Batman had that you could have too. I would so totally get this one and then pop up outside your house and stuff. With forty kilos of smuggled drugs. And then I'd fill it with caviar and slosh around in it—and wouldn't that be ironic, or at least Alanic? It'd be seafood under the sea!

The super rich take the plunge to get their newest kicks [Vancouver Sun, et al]