It was a spearmint, okay? Colored pencils. I haven't used them in years, and I'm not sure how to be expressive with them. Deborah talked me into buying them against my will in her guise as Eagleton's salesperson, and they were a pretty penny, let me tell you. As I stood over the trash can paring them with a knife, I felt like I was shucking dollar bills out of my wallet into the trash. But these are the lengths I will go to in order to provide quality entertainment for you, my viewing public. Not to mention exposing myself to the wrath of Bernard, which is a whole nother can of worms.