` Nope, not me. Been there, done that.
` What color the critter is, or actually, how exclusive it is as a material possession, doesn't do anything for me anymore. Let the gonophs fight over the "designer" industry.
` My huge $125, plain old Yellow Anaconda who eats from my hand, follows me around the house, entertains the neighbor kids, sleeps with the cat, and can't figure out why my brother's pit bull is afraid of it, is what does it for me.
` You can come up with crazy hybrids, and people will pay you a bunch of money for them. Then, they'll find ways to cheat each other with "het for goldmine" babies that may, or may not be. They'll make a lot of money, too.
` The trouble with that is, you can't take it with you. The only things that ever really belong to you are those which you give away.
` Whew, that's enough of that. Time for a wee dram.

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