You think your golden iPhone is impressive? Cute. Meanwhile I'm carrying around enough RAM sticks to run a small data center. While normies flex their overpriced status symbols, we're out here hoarding hardware like dragons sitting on treasure piles. That wallet isn't storing credit cards—it's a portable server farm. Sure, your phone costs $1,500, but I've got $800 worth of DDR4 just casually chilling where normal people keep their driver's license. The real flex is explaining to TSA why your wallet sets off metal detectors and contains what looks like tiny circuit boards. "Sir, is that... RAM?" "Yes officer, 64GB of it. You never know when you need to download more memory."