The story so far: Kurt has been puzzling over the GS ball for a few days. Suddenly, he gets an unexpected visitor...

"This is the residence of one 'Kurt' is it not? I have come for my pokeball."

The man was very well dressed, with clothing fit for royalty. Kurt studied him for a moment, then shrugged.

"I'm sorry, but I don't recall getting a pokeball order for anyone fitting your description. I don't have anything for you."

What the man said next surprised Kurt. "I never ordered anything, you senile fool! You have the gold and silver pokeball replica that was an heirloom of the Goldman-Sachs family for generations until it was lost several years ago. When I heard it had been found, I went after it, and I've had to chase after a group of children for months now to retrieve it. Now, I demand its return."
All Kurt could say—or indeed, think—was, "Pokeball replica?"