Picture it: I had to do a favor for my brother. Aaron goes with me. We walk into Barnes & Noble after said favor is complete. As I make my way through the aisles on the upper level, I approach a near empty table with an Angry Bird plush ceremoniously placed in the center. Right over the opening to the lower floor. It took every ounce of my not inconsiderable self-control not to pick it up, yell the Angry Birds sound, and hurl it over the abyss.