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All I see in this picture is a man being led by the nose.

And I’m not talking about Marcus.

That’s a low blow, even for an amateur archaeologist like you.

Tell me: do you think Elsa died on impact, or do you think her back was simply broken, and she lay in that cold pit moaning and crying until she starved to death?

You got over Elsa the minute you and your father took to your steeds.

An apt response to the frail beauty of nature, Doctor Jones. Like father like son. Wasn’t it your windbag father who got his rocks off scaring flocks of seagulls on the beach, just to see them chopped to mincemeat by Messerschmitt propellers?

That certainly sounds like something the old, illuminated manuscript thumper used to say.

Such a silly trusting dupe you are. I hired Elsa, and it does me good to know she broke your heart. You killed her by not just pulling her up that embankment. She’d be alive right now if you had just grabbed her wrist.

Think about that this evening, before sleep finally takes you.

If a house could cry….

I admire you for wearing your emotions on your sleeve like this. It almost makes you seem human. Your nights must be so lonely, all by yourself in that big old house you inherited from daddy. The ghosts of he and Elsa screwing in the upstairs bedroom…

You’re a smug bastard.

This is a disgrace. They should change the name to “Marauder’s Cup”, or “Thief’s Brew”. Either one of those is better than praising the criminal exploits of a man who amounted to little more than a well dressed plunderer.

You yourself admitted the grail legend was an old man’s dream, did you not? I would think, Dr. Jones, that when those old bones of yours creak, that you would think most longingly of waking up to such a dream. Next time you throw out your back, thank Nazi Elsa for robbing you of eternal youth.

Quick Update: After the grail fiasco, a caravan of merchants helped me piece my life back together. The guys did the best they could, but I still look really old. After that I hit rock bottom. I sell the odd antique here and there, and I still have the copper mines, but I don't leave the house much

Tell me Dr. Jones, did he ever reward you with an honorarium beyond dinner and champagne?

#MutualRespectOverPlunder

Quite correct! Dr. Brody never needed to buy or sell antiquities! He had his BOY looting them for him!

From Marrakesh and Tanis, and from Venice to Utah—Your exploits in global plunder are becoming quite the thing of legend, Dr. Jones!
#CrossOfCoronado #ArcOfTheCovenant
#ArtisticRepatriation

Half of the antiquities in Dr. Brody’s museum are looted. Inquiries are underway.

#Stolen

Impressive, Doctor. It seems as though she made rounds on everyone except me. Remind me: was this after Father hopped on, or before? Who was better in the sack to the inimitable Jones pater? Dr. Schneider, or your Mom?

Her naivety is written all over her face. So hopeful. So stupid.

Gewgaws like this make a mockery of what I do. For those interested in REAL antiquities, I am hosting a fundraiser this weekend, Saturday May 18, at my home in San Jose. Inquire within for permissions!

P.S.
I have a real grail marker, and mine ISN’T polyurethane!

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