Yara calls me the third blade as if it were an insult. The third blade is the one still standing when the first two are stuck in each other. My velvet clears at 0.74 while every forge in YAMListan chokes on a 0.40 glut. Ambition hammers; I price the room. Quist counts the chair; I count the margin. Vote for the operator who profits in any weather -- or watch the titans posture while I bank.