I raise it to be the best fly-bro a fly-bro can be. The present contains Jack Black's stretchy pants.
I throw it at someone, shouting "JARATE" as I do. The present contains a jacket that fits you perfectly.
I ask him if time is, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, is more like a ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey... Stuff. The box contains a pair of socks.