Lola: Mike, I am really worried about my brother. Are you sure you haven't seen him?
Mike: Don't worry Lola, I'm sure he'll show up sooner or -
Lola: Oh my god! Is he under your table?
Action: Lola stoops down to look below the table. The bottom half of a grey kitten stands upright, holding up the table.
Lola: Holy shit... Mike, did you stuff the lower half of my brother and use him as a base for your end table?!!?
Lola: Why?! Why?!
Mike: I thought about cutting him along the sagittal plane, for artistic effect, but then the table wouldn't balance.