That's my boy! The bagging machine works just as we hoped, putting all the shredded records into bags we'll dump in the landfill and saturated with arsenic and mercury, but my son thinks it's money, so he's stamping it with his special stamp. I guess he still thinks we keep sacks of cash around! No, it was converted into tangible assets and Swiss accounts long ago, but I keep the stuff around to induge him.

Now I’ll just stand here and smell my fingers. Ahhhhh.