[Monarch takes it back, visibly appeased. Good, at least someone is properly intimidated. He rolls his eyes at this strange guy with his furry little vest collar, but he's lowered his weapon.] Oh yeah, because money's just falling from the sky in neat little packages. This is prime weaponry I'm trading for here, 'kay? Nothing you'd know about, since you obviously aren't a supervillain. I mean maybe I could see you as like... an odd henchman, or some mad scientist's genetic experiment...