Gerard takes you into the living room, where his guest waits quietly on the couch wearing a leather jacket, some jeans and a pair of designer sunglasses which, along with his unkempt hair, mask his face a little.
"Hey man, thanks for taking care of this for me. I didn't know who to ask or where to go or what." the man says as he hands an envelope to Gerard, who's dangling you like a car salesman holding set of keys.
"No problem, you know I get a kick out of shaking the little fuckers up. He's in one piece though. Enjoy." Gerard raises his hand unnecessarily high and drops you into the stranger's palm, which has to lock around you rough and tight to stop you from falling. You're pretty sure your heart stops beating during the exchange. A little parting gift from Gerard to you.
"I will, man. See you round." Your new owner nods amiably and makes a quick peace sign -- two massive white fingers disappear from your fleshy cage and spring out in front of you, smelling vaguely of nicotine -- before heading out to his car.
It isn't until you're tucked into the front pocket of your new owner's jacket and he takes his shades off to drive, that you recognise his famous face and realise that you've been purchased by none other than..
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