Michael turned an looked at Sasha, then swallowed and nodded... "Yeah... umm, yeah. Actually you might be able to..."<br/><br/>Over her shoulder, he saw one of his /Professors/ walk into the shop. What in the heck? He quickly ducked behind a rack, then looked up at Sasha and pointed over toward the counter, and explained his behavior quickly, "I'm in that guy's class. Look, I need a silly, filthy, novelty gift for a silly, filthy guy. Something that will make a room full of drunk frat guys laugh. Any suggestions?"