Retirement. Yeah. Good thinking. I'm officially retired. But hey, check out the souvenir.

[He sets his briefcase on the ground and then cracks it open and reaches inside. He then pulls out a majestically ornate sword from inside in a ridiculous Mary Poppins fashion from a briefcase not nearly large enough to contain it.]

Excalibur. Not bad, right? The Mallies must've plucked it out of me when I showed up.