(paraphrasing Shakespeare... or was that Shakesword?)
Is this a sword which I hold before me,
The handle in my hand?
Shareholder, let me clutch thee.
See then if you are winging still.
Art thou not, riff-raff, sensible
To value my cause? or art thou
dagger-fodder, with hope that is gone,
Proceeding from present CVI demise?
I see thee yet, in form as palatable
Low hanging fruit on which I dine.