I know! My new identity shall be Lemont Cranston; wealthy man about town. To my foes, I shall be known as the Phantom! Guided by the unblinking eye and the atomic coin, I will become the perfect Manchurian candidate for the job! Then, when I win the hearts and minds of my peers, I will rule like the ancient monarch that I always wanted to be!

Why, it's my interrupting friend, ´®†Ωß∂£¢§∞. I'd ask him how he's doing, but he'd just jump in and tell me. And truthfully, no one really cares. Oliver knows. Even if we run down the old chum, onwards to the galactic Kwik-E-Mart. We will see how many space wieners the atomic coin is worth.