It'd be a hell of a currency. [Jacob grins, tossing this poor stress ball up in the air and catching it again as Ned stacks the cards. Farewell, little guy. He thinks he'll see it again in another game, but he's more than likely to lose.]

Heard the other one went up in smoke. [Heads up, he's throwing it Ned's way now.] People might be angry enough that we can capitalize.