Should we ever see to these devices holding any merit or use, I shall be happy to. [But now, all attention goes back to the matter at hand. Bush presses the menu button, and...]

[Well, there's the menu. He presses it again, and it disappears. And again, making the menu reappear for the third time.] I can't for the life of me imagine any point to this. [He presses the button a few more times, bored again.]