Ah…
Unfortunately, I haven’t found a seafood store in Israel that will sell me 8 tons of clams yet, so prizes will have to wait until I can figure out another way to power the walrus-mobile. Maybe squid?
And no, a Willy George Finnigin Xerxes Bartleby Shvartzengardendarnerkaplinovitch cannot fit in a wallet. It’s a head of lettuce, for crying out loud!
(the actual crying is induced by Yancy Jeremiah Zeus-Barnes, a large onion.)