Bink: Collection time! We need to mail your daily supply of herbs to our account.
Fitzgerald: B-b-but... My herbs! I gathered them!
Bink takes over at the laptop. The wet litter sculpture is in the background.
Bink: Well, see, we gave you that lovely wet litter sculpture, and in exchange, you agreed to herb for our gold-selling business.
Bink: (leaving) Indentured servitude typically last three to seven years. Let's call it five. See you tomorrow!
The sculpture behind him disintegrates.