Why, oh why, do the truckloads of Christmas toys matter NAUGHT to Sawyer, but the stupid "all message playback" on the phone (a cacophony of trifles telling me what I owe, to whom, and why I'm a terrible person) and the bright, shiny silver button that instantaneously shuts off the computer are ALL HE WANTS to play with... (PS It is kinda cute that when we hear Griselda's message for the 76th time imploring me to return her call at the billing department, Soy hands me the phone as if he too wants this and only this!)