Hello...This Charlie Sheen. I've got ten hookers, Charlize Theron, a bowl of fruit, and a pound of blow at my house. There's a limo out front waiting to pick you up.
Hello...TV? This is the "VP of Soul Crippling" down at Random. We feel bad about all of the abuse, the blood-sucking, and the unnecessary, unrepentant siphoning and hijacking of your money because we're so rapaciously nefarious and wretched. So we decided to give you a brand new Bugatti Veyron. We know it hardly even begins to make up for all of our shenanigans; but the cars in your driveway. Keys are in it. Sorry...Lets do lunch. Call me!