You do realize that you are talking to a wall? And subsequently we all are observing you talking to that wall......
Now I understand why the gold man wants to spread his disease doubt here.
yeah, but I do like imagining him doing
yet another line of speed on his pallet of silver bars, eyeing those suspicious, dark skinned, deckhands nervously and checking his mags for the 40th time in the last few minutes. Oh God, does this thing have to rock so?