Well hell. Doesn't that sound like a barrel of laughs. Remind me again why everyone's so up in arms about their stellar leadership?

[He tucks the thing back in it's box, but doesn't close the top. He intends to bask. He hasn't seen gold that yellow in- hell. Ever? This was pure. Most of the stuff he saw that was this old was in trinkets. Beads. Had too much history to melt down, or so people tried to tell him.]

That where you get that doohicky you had me holdin' onto?