[ Are those dollar-signs dancing in your eyes, Mako? Or just the contents of 'Li's wallet as they plunge screaming into the tar-pit of consumerist angst. ]

[ ...Who cares!!? ]

[ Squinting, Li examines the nails closely. Mulls the offer over, then gives an enthusiastic nod. ] They seem mighty sharp, by th'look of 'em. I'll take th'whole kaboodle. [ Dropping his voice secretively, he adds, ] Ne'er forget, lad. Most o' the conflicts in yer life'll wax less conflictual when, in response to a bit o' nastiness, ye unleash a savage beatin' with a plank until yer enemy fully understands the passion with which ye hold yer own point o' view.

[ A pause, before he clears his throat. ] Sell 'em aspirin later.