Arriving back in the Hub with the latest bit of flotsam tossed out by the Rift, Jack and Owen dumped it on Tosh’s desk.
“What is it?” Gwen asked, leaning over Owen’s shoulder to peer at the object.
“From the shape, I’d say it’s Caffronian,” Jack replied. “Look at the flanges.”
“I don’t think so,” Tosh disagreed, “It looks more like one of those cooking devices from the Riffix Nebula.”
Ianto strolled over with coffee for everyone. Picking the object up, he turned it over, examining it carefully.
“You’re both wrong,” he smirked, “Says right here, ‘Made in the USA’.”
A/N: Song title used is ‘Made in the USA’