[ The question is so absurd, John can't quite squash the bemused look that crosses his face. He thinks its a set-up for a joke but... apparently not. Hm. John finishes his drink down to the point it makes that irritating sucking noise. Thai iced tea is too delicious for delicacy. ] I am a third generation Italian South Side boy, Harry. And if one were to commission the theft of an object of faith, I'm told its best to choose one from your own faith.

I dread to think of the creative ways you'd destroy hard copy. The IRS doesn't accept 'a troll ate my files' as an excuse.