"The test thing is currently in there." Xander points to the green frog wastebasket next to his desk. "Which was totally my plan for it all along." He nods sagely, and heads for the weetiny kitchenette of his not so weetiny room. "The Thing, on the other hand, is in here."

The Thing, when it comes out of the mini-fridge, is a plate of somewhat lopsided chocolate-frosted cupcakes.