I think that's a little too much responsibility for lil' old me, unless I get a little something out of it just to keep the lights on, [he jokes with a small smile. The lights are fine, Foggy's become very good at scraping by if need be, and he isn't in such dire straits that he has to scrape by at the moment.]

Seriously, though—now that I think about it, I actually might try. [He shrugs a little, sobering up.] Could at least make sure you get fair compensation out of people selling shit with your name on it.