Oh.
You're a visitor. Well...I suppose that's all right. Come in. Watch out
for the acid pit! Oh.
You're a visitor. Well...I suppose that's all right. Come in. Watch out
for the acid pit!
*SNAP!*
And the bear trap. *Sigh.*
Oh, stop whining and hurry up. You're letting
moths in!
There you are. Now, what do you want? A tour?
Good grief. Time is money, you know! So stop wasting mine!
Well...okay. Fine. But let's make it snappy. I have buildings to foreclose on!
Say... You look familiar. Do you owe me money?
No, eh? Hmm. Maybe I should check my ledger anyway...
Hey! Don't go in there!
Why not? Take a look inside! Does that look like a living room to you?
Yes, it is a lot of money. And I worked mighty hard to get it, let me tell you!
How much? At last count, five multiplujillion, nine impossibidillion, seven fantasticatrillion dollars and sixteen cents. More than anyone else in the world, not even Flintheart Glomgold, despite his best efforts to oust me from the #1 spot.
What's that? No, you can NOT have the sixteen cents! What do you think I am? A charity operation? You'd just go waste it on a tall, fizzy soda.
I don't care if you do like tall, fizzy sodas. They're a waste of money. You don't get a fortune like mine by squandering cash on such luxuries. I made it by being smarter than the smarties, tougher than the toughies, and I made it square!
Yes, that is my Number One Dime. My most prized possesion.
I earned this dime with my own two hands, cleaning a ditchdigger's boots on the
streets of Glasgow. The very first coin I ever earned. Aah...the memories...
Hey, you're not Magica DeSpell in disguise, are you?
No, I don't suppose so. You'd have knocked me out with a foof bomb
already if you were.
And let's get one thing straight! It is NOT a lucky
dime! I don't believe in luck! Talk to that fool Gladstone
if that's all you're interested in. Harumph. Lucky, indeed!
What's what? Oh, that. That's just a box of...of memories, actually.
What's in it? You're a nosy one, aren't you? Well, all right, since you're putting money in my parking meter to be here, I guess I can take another minute...
Let's see... The deed to my land, the Goose Egg Nugget
-- HANDS OFF! That thing has been stolen from me one too many times!
Ah, this does bring back memories... Back in the Klondike, the good old days.
I've never felt more alive. The stir I used to cause in the Blackjack
Ballroom! A hole full of the worst swindlers, thieves and cutthroats in the
Yukon. With perhaps one notable exception...
Wipe that smirk off your face. It's just that Goldie still owes me
money.
What about this lock of hair? It was from my best sled dog. Really! Stop looking at me like that!
Yes, Goldie was beautiful. What's your point? You've been over to that ridiculous exhibit at the Duckburg Dating Service, haven't you?
What? No! Whatever gave you that idea?
Where did you get that picture?! Why, I-- I don't have time for this foolishness! Get out of my office! Now!