Bert laid in the hospital bed, his breathing pace slowly returning to normal. The heroic gentle giant sat over him. Ralph greeted his friend when he recovered from his recent injury, handed him a white board and black marker. "Bert I need you to draw an object that represents whoever did this to you" Bert Queens wasn't educated in the arts all he could was draw simple symbol or symbols. What he drew was a stack of gold.
"Mr. Gold!" Ralph shouted as he barged into the town's pawnshop. A rather short man with semi long hair wearing a suit turned to the wrecker looking rather confused "hold on dearie, who are you exactly?" "I'm Ralph, the town's wrecker," Ralph tried to remain calm. "I see you're not here to buy something. Why are you here in my shop?" Gold stared fearless at Ralph who got to the point "I'm here because you hurt one of my friends, Bert Queens". Gold's face shifted from annoyed to angry, he set down a half polished neon green egg that looked like it was from a video game next to a golden hammer and walked out from behind the counter he was at. He gave Ralph a smirked "oh I did dearie". Ralph stayed in his place. Gold continued "I did what I did because no one crosses me, if they do like your friend did … let's say that terrible things happen to them. Now if you please excuse me but my shop is now closed".