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Just when I think you've reached rock bottom in loserdom, you manage to surprise me with a new, pathetic side of your personality. Today I've discovered that you collect rare, vintage coins instead of doing fun and normal things, like successfully fucking me. Well, even though your little coin collecting hobby is sad and demented, at least they're valuable. Obviously, that means they are now MY rare, vintage coins. We're going to go through all of them while you tell me what each one is worth, and then I'll stash them away to sell later for a stack of cash to bring to the mall. NO, you may not touch them, and YES, of course I see your boner, nothing makes you harder than when I take your money, you pitiful pig. And even though you love being my little pay piggy, you're still going to be punished later for holding out on me. It's the only way you learn...