Talk:Girtablilu/@comment-26517142-20160414070724/@comment-28358106-20160701041729

I'd straighten my brown fedora, unfurl my whip, take a swig of my canteen, and then hold up the jewels in front of her.

"Sorry, sweetheart.  These belong in a museum!"

Then I'd punch a passing Nazi off his motorcycle and roar off into adventure.