"No argument now," Tyrus said with a laugh. He shook his head, before he peered at the phone. He flipped through it with his finger on the touchscreen, just to get an idea of how exactly the program worked. His eyes widened at first, before they narrowed. He nodded his head. "That's like the answer to the sixty-four thousand dollar question, Mal. You could probably sell this for a lot of money. The motherload."