Secret fines on the open minds

Today Princess is on the airport queuing to the security check when suddenly an american tourist starts talking at her:
'Hey you look like so bril, you must be like from some kind of European terrorist gang'
'I am princess'
'Shut up! I love that shit! Is it like you are together with al-kaida and the queen and all those guys? That is so hip!'
'No, we don't hang out. And you? Have you been studying in Texas or you are coming back from fringe festival?'
'I have a eurorail pass!'
'May I recommend you the Stansted trip then?'
'Sure. Is that where you are going too?'
'No, I'm going to India I need to visit a friend from facebook. His name is Mahatma Gandhi'

Princess and Mahatma were hanging out for a week doing the usual new friends etiquette: talking, staring, shaking and turning. One day she said to him:
'Hey Mahatma, do you know Brian?'
'You mean the american guy who hangs out on the airports and trains? Of course I know him. Conversation with him inspired me to starve, go to prison and equalize'

Reader's menthal help corner:
extreme ingorance = highest knowledge (infinity = zero)