The temptation to abuse the "gone-missing-cache-archived-oh-well" privilege is enormous. Slyther's coveted yellow Jeep TBs ever since she conveniently folded her little Ford Escort around a deer's hind end at 55 mph and was able to upgrade to a Jeep Liberty (for more efficient deer hind-end folding.... NOT!). Then the white Jeeps came out and based on her success ratio with snatching yellow Jeeps - namely, none whatsoever - she sighed in dejection and resigned herself to the faith that somewhere out there was a Jeep TB that she shoulda, coulda had if only. If only.
And then a powerful Wizard appeared (*poof*) and GIFTED her with a Jeep - not just a Jeep, not just a white Jeep TB, but the Jeremy Jeep. Feel free to make an "ooooooooh" noise here; it helps with the ambience. And now the Jeremy Jeep is sitting proudly, after riding around on her dashboard all day watching her be giddy about it, on her office desk.
The tragedy is this: Slyther's basically a law-abiding individual, as long as you're not a deer on the highway, and much of her life is run by guilt. Which means that with each passing day, the TB tag will begin to haunt her just a little bit more. But she's a greedy critter, and it may take a few weeks before the guilt trip becomes large enough to override the evil delight at actually being able to open the little working doors on the Jeremy Jeep.
Covet. Covet. Covet. Alas - why did Ma have to raise me to behave? :)