there he is! andrew, my favorite coin dish!

he smiled as he presented it to you. theres an indescribable child like innocence in his eyes,
         though his whimsy does not fully cover up the strange aura he emmits. his smile grows as he stare at it longingly

he's more of an ash tray nowadays, but I still love him.

he traces the brass with his finger finding great joy in it.
    the jester smiles as he gingerly strokes it up and down.

oh look its *%#@!&0