So I just came back from Lebanon where I spent two nights looking for Rab. As it turns out, exactly 65% of all Lebanese men residing in Lebanon are named "Rab" or some form of "Rab". Finally, after 46 hours of non-stop searching, I thought I caught a break. This 105 year old man said, " Rab . . . Rab . . . Oh, Rabz. Yes! azzurri numero seven with the fap in the shoe"
I said, "Yes! Yes! That's who I'm looking for! Where can I find this man?"
"Rabz hair long . . . and . . . , . . . so is penis" and then, after 105 years, this gentleman decided that particular moment would be a good time to die.
So, no, I still have not found Rab. Can we just assume the Israeli Army killed him and move on?