Bitch Stewie: Sure thing, Stewie. You want me to move it to another day?
Stewie: No, no, just cancel it.
Bitch Stewie: [writing on the notepad] Okay, will do. [Bitch Stewie leaves]
Brian: Who the hell was that?
Stewie: Hmm?
Brian: There was another Stewie right there.
Stewie: Oh, yeah, well, you know, I've been so damn busy lately, my schedule's been so packed I felt like I needed some kind of an errand boy to do all my nitpicky, pain-in-the-ass stuff. So I clone myself.
Brian: You...you cloned yourself?

shipping? yeah, we do that.  basically after you enter your information at checkout you can pick shipping rates.  they are generated directly through ups and usps and automated in our system.  so if they looks expensive, blame Obama. (somebody told us that, we didn't know he even worked at the post office, HOW DOES HE FIND THE TIME!!?  but somebody told us to do that, so... cannonball).  anyway, you are the "choose your own adventure" decider of your shipping rates, and we don't make any money off that, so don't get mad at us when you choose the "$485 hand delivered by virgin handmaidens riding razor scooters down the alps" option.  hey, you picked it. we would have just went with regular old first class mail option.  If you email us, for $1,000 todd will probably personally deliver, let you stroke his beard, and cook you waffles.  He has free time.