I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
They walk into a store, and promise themselves they won't look at... Oh, Transformers toys! Well, I won't buy one! What's that, Whirl? You need saving from this shelf. I don't know...
But it's Whirl. Whirl. Whirl.
Oh, yeah, I have a new addition to the harem. I'm assuming this happens most often in bookstores for many of my friends, but I feel sick with guilt, and giddy with happiness all at once. I promised everyone who looks at my toy collection oddly/like I'm crazy 'cos too many no new toys.
But it's Whirl. And he needed saving from that lonely shelf. And, uh, Blitzwing.