He should hold out; 20 million is an insult.

It just touches your soul. The lines, the depth, it's enough to move you to tears.

Get you gone, you dwarf,
You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,
You bead, you acorn!

Hurt, he'll never be hurt--he's made to hurt other people.

I bet his mother was a wyvern.
-Scamp

Did anybody tell you that you're a few french fries short of a Happy Meal?