"Free? Man, take a look at the price tags on those things." Sam laughs, shaking his head. He knows what the guy means, he's just choosing to be more literal in his interpretation. "Gotta pay for all their so-called aphrodisiacs, too. Capitalism at its finest - playing on the basest human instinct of them all. But, hey, you know what they say: sex sells."

And judging by the popsicle he's eating, he really doesn't have any room to talk on that point.