You know how one time you made a passing remark about thinking giraffes were cool, and then someone bought you a giraffe thing for your birthday, and then eventually all anyone ever bought you ever was fucking giraffes, giving you a chilling glimpse into how poorly your so-called loved ones truly know you? Well, good news, no more giraffes. You spent $70 million dollars on Quantum of Solace this weekend, so now it's all spy shit. Happy birthday.