The machine. I see. [ YET ANOTHER SALVO OF WORDS ON JONATHAN'S SIDE... he's quiet for a few more moments as the man speaks, looking down at what is clearly his own face. In a slightly strangled voice he says: ] Oh, he does?

[ Nandor. Come on, buddy, you can come up with something. ]

Ah, yes, yes. It has been with [ think fast buddy ] my family for centuries, so... you kind of stop really looking at such things, you know? But perhaps there is a slight resemblance. This is one of my ancestors, many generations past, and his horse. John.