Well now, Cap'n...mebbe we kin make a deal here.

Yah see, mah very own brother owns a harpoon. He bought it when he thought he could use it fishin' in the Mississippi River, but the danged fish were too danged big for it. Now, his wife runs a tight ship yah might say, and so his harpoon is on the wall of his garage, right above his workbench. It's in decent shape, since he's never used it (he tried, but it bounced off that ol' catfish, who picked it up and threatened my brother with a hemorrhoidectomy.

Mebbe we kin strike a bargain here.