Drunken Dingos Bothered My Platypus

…then they laughed at him

The Doclopedia #2,321

Loot, Glorious Loot: In A Modern Espionage Game

Mars Gordon is dead, his plot to kill billions using space lasers ended. You will soon leave his burning secret lair, but not until you take a few things for the techies at your agency to look over. These include:

The plans for his satellite control console
One of the small sonic pistols that his guards used
All of the blackmail information he had on his notebook computer
That cybernetic hand you sliced off of Mr Trix
And that sweet sweet customized Maserati