Lorelai: How did it go with Paul Anka last night?
Luke: Well, first off, he ate 3 pounds of unsweetened baking chocolate, so I had to rush him to the vet. To his house because the animal hospital was closed. And he forced some sort of vomit-inducing medicine down Paul Anka's throat, and then Paul Anka proceeded to throw up for the next hour and a half. After that, I sat with him for another three hours, holding a bowl of water under his nose to make sure that he was rehydrating properly, and then I chocolate-proofed the apartment and the diner to make sure that never happens again. And now I'm gonna go downstairs and make Paul Anka some scrambled eggs because the vet said that the kibble is gonna be a little hard on his stomach for a couple of days. Does he have any particular fear of cheddar? 'Cause I thought I'd throw that in to make it taste better.