Weber should just become a cyber criminal. Rent out a couple apartments in a mid tier Laotian city and cycle between them. Selling CVV dumps and buying natural gas futures. Sending us pics of the little jungle bunnies he stumbled upon, getting six packs of Beerlao delivered by one of his trusted henchmen, ceiling fan squeaking as the sounds of motorbike traffic and the smell of fried noodles drifts in through the open 2nd story window. Bum gun replaces the chux, motherbat gets mysterious packages full of US dollars every now and then. Bill tells a tall tale about how his brother in law slipped into the underworld.