'Sampled' is a good way to put what Gary ends up doing, once he notices the pages of used paper lying around the main area. He notices them mostly because they are strewn about the coffee table he was planning on putting his food on. Looking slightly befuddled, arms occupied with a bowl of mac and cheese in one and a full liter of soda in the other, he carefully displaces a couple pages with the toe of his socked foot and sets down his feast. One page becomes unbalanced and floats to the floor.

"Ah," Gary grumbles, pouting his lips, and stoops down to pick it up. "Whoops. Hope you don't mind some company, Courf--my program's on!"

Fortunately, before he can sit on the couch and turn on the television like he threatened to do, Gary becomes distracted with the page.

"Hey, neat," he says after a few moments of quiet reading. "What'cha writing? A diary?"