Evening around the home. Who doesn't love an evening around the home? Communists, that's who. I digress. Still evening. Palinode walks into the office, spies a piece of cat shit that's been kicked out of the litter box by an overenthusiastic cat. He walks into the living room.
Palinode: Do you know how you can tell that the spare room's an office?
Schmutzie: No, how?
Palinode: There's cat shit on the floor.
Schmutzie: Oh, that's definitely an office then.
Palinode: It's like I said.
Schmutzie: At our office there's cat shit everywhere.
Palinode: But it's not fresh quality cat shit like our home office.
Schmutzie: No, we have to get it outsourced and brought in.
Palinode: You need in-house cat shit capability. Is management going to get on that?
Schmutzie: It's true, we need a cat shit delivery system.
Palinode: Where's ours right now?
Schmutzie: It's in the bathtub waiting for a bug to crawl out of the drain.
Palinode: That's some good office infrastructure.