Upon hearing this, the old man widened his eyes in annoyance, slapped his chest, and said, "What the hell use does an old man have for your piece-of-junk wood carvings? The only things in your pile that are even remotely passable are those half-finished ones, and even those are useless to me."
At this point, the old man paused for a moment, then spoke again, "Since you're so dense, let me spell it out for you. Look at me—so handsome, suave, dashing, and on top of that, brilliant and mighty. Don't you think I'm the absolute ideal candidate to be immortalized in a wood carving?"
As he spoke, the old man slapped his chest with loud thuds, without showing the slightest trace of embarrassment.
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