I’m a buyer for the Tut Corporation.  Mind you, I’m not a salesman.  No siree.  I’m a buyer.  Though I’ve certainly earned my dues knocking on doors.  We deal in Novelty Mummified Animal Parts.  You know... Animal parts that have been mummified and are sold as novelty products.  I always thought the name pretty much explained it, but I almost always have to repeat myself.  I don’t know why.  We deal in tails, mostly.  Some folks like the ears.  Never much understood what people saw in ears.  I was always a traditionalist:  Paws.  Mostly from small rodents.  Muskrat.  Squirrel.  Did you know, most rabbits’ feet are actually squirrel?  Now there’s somethin’ you won’t learn in college.  You ever see a real rabbit’s foot?  Try getting that in your pocket.  Of course, there’s the whole specimen.  Iguanas.  Alligators.  Armadillos.  Those are the big sellers.  ‘Though I’ve never understood why somebody would want a dead armadillo sitting next to their TV.  You can’t just hack off the foot of some bunny and shove it in your pocket.  There’s an entire process.  Next time you see a rabbit’s foot, sniff it.  You know what your gonna smell?  I’ll tell you what.  Nothin’.  Well, if it’s done right.  And it’s not just because you’re not smelling it.  It’s all part of the process.  Take this one here.  It’s an XL-419.  That there’s a collector’s item.  They don’t come in that color anymore.  But don’t think the rabbits come in on their own and offer us their body parts.  Now there’s a nasty job, worse than selling them:  Working in a rabbit’s foot factory.  And we’re regulated, too.  These fellas that are willing to provide you with the cougar tails and the elephant end tables...  they’ve just taken it too far, if you ask me.  Too far.