"I am going to build a sword that can only be held by its creator. Anyone else that tries to hold it gets burned, and the blade crumbles to pieces as they advance towards their enemy, who may be the sword's creator itself - you know," 

"And then like, so, everyone in this world has a sword and you can do anything, you use it like your ID, your soul is embedded in your sword,"

"And when you die, your soul will be embedded within your sword. Yeah. A crystal which holds the sword together, the crystal that will hold your soul."

The boardmembers, all visibly disturbed and recoiling in unison, scanning the room to find anything to look at but him, or each other, or the camera in front of each of them, knowing this "sword" was going to be built whether they liked it or not. And collectively, they all started clapping, cheering.

"Thank you all. God Bless, and may you all think swords today. Because they were made for a reason. Think on it. I don't need to give you clues. I don't need to worry. I don't need the sword. You do."