Owen couldn't believe it.
An entire box of donuts, freshly arrived through the rift, and all his. Clutching the box tightly, he began to plan. Tests. With enough tests he might figure out what caused the donuts' effects, and then if he could manufacture it, he'd be a millionaire. No, a billionaire!
Tosh broke through his musings. "Owen? Gwen and I are going to be stuck here for awhile bringing the files up to date, so I'm going to pick us up something to eat. Want anything?"
"Actually," Owen began, "I've a box of donuts and I'm happy to share..."