What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. You’re about to become a permanent addition to this archeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.

Your persistence surprises even me. You’re going to give mercenaries a bad name.

Look at this. It’s worthless. Ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. Like the Ark.

It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.

You want to talk to God? Let’s go see Him together. I’ve got nothing better to do.