Dixie

At that price I'd love to see that golden brick plop out onto the ground. That's when I grab it an run to the bank laughing like a maniac about to get rich.

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Oh, you will. It is all a dream and since matter cannot be created nor destroyed, the dreams must be real in all their myriad forms. -Beowulf
This Delicate Thing God Has Made
The world is measured in peasants; smaller than a unicorn but, bigger than a tidbit!