You could sell it to me, but then I would call you constantly and ask if you could change the blade steel, make it a high saber grind with a secondary scandi, with a tanto tip, add a hammon in the pattern of flying mustaches, then rub it off, and make it a folder, remove the scales, drill out the handle, and then wrap it in epoxy soaked hemp with a high THC content (in case I need to smoke some weed when I get lost in the woods).
Plus, I would sit on your front lawn, and tap on the window every few minutes to ask how the changes were going, and if you had any toast with huckleberry jam...........
Jared had to put a restraining order on me when I had him make me a knife. Apparently, he saw through my ruse of dressing up like a giant bull dog and pretending to be Meatball, just so I could track the progress.