I stand in awe at the glory, then walk away and stub my toe-less glorious. I yelp in pain, then give the snail Ancient Elantrian gave me to the undead caterpillar so it has a friend.
I consider your proposition that you are in fact the chosen sandwich person. I decide to settle the dispute via a challenge. I also point out that the organization of the chosen sandwich person finders does not need to have the sandwich to maintain it's objective.
Thank you for this great honor! Perhaps this could also be a forum where the chosen sandwich person finders discuss the philosophy of the sandwich as well?
I grow angry with the Ancient Elantrian's conduct and take a bite of a sandwich to show him I mean business while I slyly sneak the sandwich from his hands and back to Edema Ruh (Ancient Elantrian can't tell the difference between a sandwich and the Sandwich).
I realize that with little clout in this thread the sandwich is too holy to be held in my hands and I de-canonize my previous catch and leave it to others to take the sandwich until I become a respected forum member. I then make it my mission to help bring the sandwich to whomever deserves it the most.