Alas, I am completely defeated. If my tail was longer, it would hang between my legs as I sauntered off to a corner with the only trusty friend I have, Mr. Bud Lite. At first I was willing to say that was the knife of the "other" Memaquay, but from whence does one find another so rarified? That knife must have been from that dark period in my life when I was a Drag Queen down on Gottigen Street in Halifax, known by the stage name of
The Plaid Prancer. My act involved singing The Lumberjack Song from Monty Python
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zey8567bcg&list=RD5zey8567bcg#t=56
and slowly stripping down to my Stanfield one piece underwear. Indeed, the sparkly knife sheath was the only thing I was wearing by the end, strategically hanging in the appropriate place so as not to break any of Nova Scotia's strict Baptist laws. How you came to possess that remnant piece of my sordid past puts me in complete amazement and servitude to you, and I hereby revoke any of my previous votes for the mirror finish, quaking in terror at the thoughts of what you might unearth next.