[ When he puts his mind to it, Alex can really...pay attention to detail, so they say. His eyes glide over the paper. Once, twice, three times. He takes it in, but he can't see every word. Every letter, they blend and blur and at that point he looks up with a decisive frown. ]

This thing? Yeah, right. This thing's some magicked up fake, you fuckin' conman. [ And he crumpled the paper in his palms. ]