" Ugh. That smell. It always conjures up hated memories of the stupid jar of pennies my father had kept on the window sill in the den whenever he was home. The stench of the copper pennies baking in the hot sun stunk up the room even more than he did. I hated going in there. Even after he went back on the road and Mom moved the jar, the smell lingered. "

― Mark Tufo , Deadly Eleven