Look at the three gifts you have sitting in your little gift window. Then go ahead and tell us how the three are connected, a story behind them. And get creative.
My current three gifts: A revolver, a pair of dice, and a Snorlax.
You see, me and my Snorlax, a male Snorlax named Park who was instrumental in my beating the Elite Four years ago, we went up to Vegas last weekend. After a game of Bunco went bad in the back alley of a Ruby Tuesday, me and Park had to get the hell out of there before a troup of Red Hat Ladies gave us the business. It was just me, Park, a rusted-out '72 Grand Torino and a .44 Magnum from the good folks at Mateba Autorevolver against an army of ninety-something blue-haired Bunco junkies with murder on their minds, Metamucil on their breath and what looked like a railgun in the trunk of an Edsel. Needless to say, me and Park didn't stop until we got to El Segundo about five hours later. I bought gas and a couple roller hotdogs that look like they'd been there since the Carter administration. The fat b------ didn't even chip in.
... okay, you might not need to get THAT creative...