“It's disgusting, we know that much” The Belgian said, pointing at a DIY store sign. He launched into a rant of epic proportions, how his youth had been destroyed by the meticulous classification and ordering of tools, under orders of Father. The displacement of even an old pair of pliers was enough to rekindle his memories. He consequently hit The Treasurer over the head with them, screaming not to be such a beastly Austrian.