Let me back up. You should experience the event with the same shock and awe we did.
There we were, Valentino and I, sitting at the bar drinking ginger ale and water* and chatting with pals. Two very young guys came into the cigar lounge and bought a few cigars. (They weren't picky in their selections.) They asked to purchase a cutter too, although when told the cheapest would run them about $30, they changed their minds.
Valentino suggested they take them out of the cello, cut them, and put them back. He offered up his awesome** cutter. The poor young man looked at it, perplexed. And who can blame him? It looks like this:
|What the what? Where does the cigar go? [source]|
Valentino very nicely reached over and made it into a dilophosaurus when it opens its frill***:
|No, it doesn't magically turn wood into carbon fiber. |
This is for demonstration purposes only! [source]
Thankfully, these two guys got out with the majority of their cigars intact, so yay!
|You're welcome! [source]|
*Cheap date. We're still really good tippers though!
**Awesome because I bought it. And had it monogrammed, because I am awesome x 2. And that was years and years ago!
|Obvs, not me.|