You will be first in line when I can get those damned keys for the warehouse where his stash of tackle is off the big boss.
I'll not be holding my breath then.
Those keys are kept in his back trouser pocket, welded inbetween his bum cheeks by the vast mass of [Terry Pratchett suitcase font on]"The Wallet"[/Terry Pratchett suitcase font off]. A wallet so densely filled that it has collapsed under the pull of its own gravity into a small black hole.
If [TP S font on]the Wallet[/TP S font off] hadn't collapsed into its own self contained singularity it could hardly hold the immense wealth therein contained.
Mind you, two black holes (think about it) in such close proximity.... to each other
Lord above help us if they should all go off together !