Pele stood, holding the phone when something occurred to him: "Oh my god! It's almost time for SpongeBob SquarePants! I love that little spongey man!" he screamed into the telephone.

"Sir? Sir, do you want a subscription or not?"

Pele began to drift off into a daydream. "Yes," he thought to himself, "and I must have Cheetos while I watch."

"Sir, sir, can I speak with someone else? Is your mother home, perhaps?"

Pele dropped the receiver and began rifling absentmindedly through the kitchen.

"Yes, Cheetos. . ."