Fulton Greenwall: WE can pay you handsomely. Ace: I am now a child of light. Your earthly money holds no appeal to me. Fulton Greenwall: Twenty thousand dollars. Ace: Re-he-he-Really? No. I cannot. For I am sorely needed... here, at the ashram. Ashram Monk: If I may interject! We're short of space, and it's important for you to use your talents. Let me help you pack. Ace: But I am yet to attain omnipresent supergalactic oneness. Ashram Monk: Wait! Here it is! You've just attained it. Ace: I have? Ashram Monk: Just now! You are one! I can see it in your eyes. You're more one than anyone! Ace: What about my medallion of spiritual accomplishment? Ashram Monk: Take mine! Ace: Master. This took you eighty years to achieve! Ashram Monk: That's okay. I don't like it anymore. Really. Ace: In the light of this great personal sacrifice you've made, I have no choice... but to take the case. Ashram Monk: Great! I'll go tell the others! Ace: Master... break it to them gently.