CDs

'Ohkay,' said Tederick as he ate a sausage, 'so you want to give me that glove you're wearing, and me to give you something better?'
'Tha's right,' said Timott.
'Hmm... Oh dunno about that,' said Tederick. 'Does it come with a warranty.'
'No,' said Bricks. 'See, once we get something better of you, we'll swap that for somethin' better off someone else. So we won't be able ta reimburse ya.'
'Oh,' said Tederick.
'That's 'ardly fair,' said Timott. 'Back in my day, if there w's somethin' wrong with something you'd paid good money for, ya could expect a full refund! Not that you needed one very often anyway. Things just aren't made ta last these days.'
'That's right,' said Tederick. 'If there's something wrong with it, I should be able to get whatever I give you back.'
'Oh, alright,' said Timott. 'What're you offering?'
'Umm... Umm... What about some blank CDs?'
'How many?'
'There's five left in the packet.'
'Orright,' said Timott, 'hand 'em over.'
Tederick unzipped a pocket in his laptop bag, pulled the CDs and handed them to Timott. Timott took off his glove and gave it to Tederick, who put it on.