[[Ian pops his head into the room where Drew is working at his computer]] Ian: So Drew, you make a good bit of money... Did you order an XBox 360? Drew: I'm not sure. Has my torso been replaced by a sturdy paper cylinder? Ian: No. Drew: Is my head circular hard candy, intended for prolonged consumption? Ian: Also no. Drew: Then I didn't order an XBox 360. Ian: I either need more rich friends or more suggestible poor ones.