The Anti-Midas Touch

J:  I'm going to retire when I'm 32.
A:  Oh, really?  How do you intend to do that?
J:  I'm going to make my millions by then.
A:  And how do you plan to do that?  Print the money in your basement?
J:  Shhhhhhhhh....
A:  *laughs*
J:  Didn't you hear?  I have an alchemist stone.  I can make my own gold.
A:  And I have the Midas Touch.
J:  Don't touch me.
A:  Actually, I have the Anti-Midas Touch.  Everything I touch turns to crap.

Don't you wish you worked with me so you could be part of these silly conversations that we have?