Your punishment if you wish to accept it Mehul will be to endure a day in the cold confines of my machine shop turning brass and casting roundball for my light 16b SxS rifles, hunting feral coastal pigs with them, and then minding the fireplace in my drafty Victorian as you're subjected to the hot wind of tall tales and dry humor well past visitors' hours.

Might seem harsh, but we poor folks have a way with things out here in the west and you should buck up and take what's coming to you...

--Tinker