Imagine being a bachelor and going to McDee's constantly, asking if the new toys are in, which ones are still available, and if you can buy them separately w/out a meal. Imagine being 'that guy' the crew all knows as that creep that collects the crappy toys.
It's like you can see inside my brain. Before I had kids I would sometimes pretend to be on the phone "with my kids" to see which ones they still needed from that month's set. *shudder*