yeah , yeah, I know Emory. He always razzes me whenever I see him, but that's cause he's actually scared of me. He knows I can make bigger, thinner, and better blades than he ever could. He's scared cause he doesn't want me to show off my talents and undermine him. He looks at me like a sleeping volcano...never knowing just when I might go all out, blow the doors off the flintknapping world and make an 8-foot long blade. I've actually been commissioned by the military to make a few for them. They use them for shooting down enemy bombers at high altitude.