Wait, is this about those knockoff er, um, gently used tildes I tried to unload er, um, offered to sell to you before you found out they were useless that is to say, invested your money elsewhere? I can't talk now; the investigators from the anti-fraud commission are here to question me.
Back in the 80s, during the height of the 'crack cocaine' thing, addicts would bring all kinds of crap into my motorcycle shop and try to sell to me. One guy brought in pants. Bright orange pants!