Sorry, Joji. It's Ankh's throw, now. Which he hauls up to the highest unused shelf-top that he can find, and begins to arrange in a sort of nest-like configuration. Until he heard the magic word. Medals.

"What?!" And he's back down and over to Joji lighting-quick, grabbing for those Cell Medals. "Of course he does! What Greeed wouldn't want medals? Idiot!"