[Des swallowed and grit his teeth.] Sonuvabitch. [He laid a hand down on top of the image, thereby preventing him from having to stare at it. Tony Dalton in New York would be getting a phone call after this.] This better be the real thing, Chambers. If I get my ass fried over fakes like I did in '82, I'm gonna bust someone's balls. [Not that the real thing would be a good thing. It would be the worse thing, but Des could handle getting his ass kicked for something worth it.] Where'd you copy that from?