A console? You mean that weird radio-box that makes all the loud noises? And you say that it works with moving pictures, too? In full color and everything?

[Okay, that's probably far enough.

No, wait, one more.]

What'd you call this thing? A table-set? [Steve walks over and holds up his tablet, then with exaggerated motions sets it right down on the surface of the kitchen table in front of John.] Well, what do you know. It sets pretty well.

[By this time, he's actually smirking.]

Honestly, I'd welcome a fight at this point. At least I know how to deal with that.