Winston: So, as you can see here, I treat Furguson right. Okay? Organic kitty litter. I got the miniature piano,
the tiny, tiny treadmill, and right over here is where we do couples yoga.
Gil: [gags] Fish nuggets? Oh, well, that would explain his recent oily eliminations, which I document on the cloud.
Winston: You track his poop?
Gil: What, you just weigh his hairballs and clock out?