"It's a Frisbee!" Two-Bit grinned gleefully, holding up the shiny metallic CD.

"That's not a Frisbee," Steve said looking up from his chocolate cake.

"Then what is it?" Two-Bit asked cocking an eyebrow.

"I don't know..." Steve trailed off. "Just not a Frisbee."

"Then it's a Frisbee!"

"If that's a Frisbee, then what's this?" Steve said holding up a CD player. "That thing was inside it."

"A Frisbee holder," Two-Bit replied logically as Steve scowled. "Now, let's play! Catch!"

"OW! My eye!" Steve wailed as blood seeped down his face. "Two-Bit!"

"I did say 'catch'!"

"I told you, it wasn't a damn Frisbee!"

"Well it isn't anymore," Two-Bit replied sadly, looking down at the bloody chipped CD. "What a waste of a good Frisbee."

"It ain't a Frisbee!"