“Tut-tut,” clicked the young man’s tongue in disgust. “Why do you keep trying to pawn such weak things on me, Merttle Koosh?” The little man’s eyes darted to the floor under the light rebuke. “There is gold and silver and steel, but what I desire is the best, Merttle! The absolute best! I want titanium rings!” The young man continued, “Do you know why it’s called Titanium, Mr. Koosh?” The older man shook his head with eyebrows raised. “It’s named for the great Greek Titans of mythology! There were none better, nor stronger, and this is true of titanium, Mr. Koosh.”