No use you should pretend even knowing where it is, scumknuckle!

Ne'er the less, the 45 and five is Mine. Ands it is going straight into my retirement fund, not to some damned 501c3 for the preservation of very large numbers.


The Hero's Song

Oh forty five and five at last we meet!
We struggling mortals from the lower planes
Who over stony turns and cruel multiples
Have sought your distant flame.
Now let us spread the gladsome news
Rejoice that Mom is yet alive!
And she has blessed her sons and daughters
With this forty-five and five.
This hour has been long in coming
Nor ever shall it come again
But men may tell their children's children
Forty-five and five is claimed,
ANd it's a whole lot more than, say, ten.

Baldur Woodstock III
Historical Minstrelsy Department
University of Velleities and Misanthropic Palimpsest
Weston, Virginia, 1911