Or the fish tank, whichever you prefer.
Here are the fish--1, 2 and Quasimodo (so named for his tumor), swimming happily in the BPA-rich environment Preston picked out. We took great care in arranging the orange rocks in a natural formation and distributing the plastic vegetation substitutes on either side of the tank as well as placing the large, noisy pump directly in the middle of the largest flat surface--all to satisfy the laws of Feng Shui. Zen achieved!
Upon sensing a change in atmospheric pressure, or seeing a form (human, canine, lotion bottle or otherwise), approach their tank--the fish surface and ask politely to be fed. This happens more frequently for Quasimodo than 1 and 2, as his tumor is in his field of vision and he sometimes mistakes it for a food-bearing phenomenon.
No worries, I throw some pain meds in the water every few days and stir thoroughly with a whisk. Quasi is feeling just fine, and spends his days therapeutically re-arranging the orange rocks in the back corners of the tank. It has given him a sense of purpose that 1 and 2 lack...
And now that you have explored the fish tank with me, don't you feel complete?