<blockquote>"We need to find a better way to sell out," Daniel said. Ghazi had stopped flipping to take a drink, and the TV was showing something very soft-tinged, with Miley Cyrus on a beach with sea turtles. This was not a documentary, Daniel quickly ascertained. He knew this framing. "Holy shit, Gaz."
"What?" Ghazi said, though he was staring at the screen and Daniel could see the bricks were connecting to make a Lego palace built on their filthy, sell-out lucre. "Oh, shit. What?"
"You know how we could sell out?" Daniel said, and pointed his beer bottle at the screen.
"Are we going to Sparks it?" Ghazi said.
"We are going to motherfucking Nicholas Sparks it," Daniel said. </blockquote>
