[He looks down at Oscar, scratching at the fur at the edge of his metallic shoulder joint.]

Yeah, even you, buddy.

[Jay has an idea. It's a terrible idea. It's an unforgivably terrible idea, but he's having it anyway. He looks back up at Dan, still with one hand on Oscar.]

What happens to him during events? Or, uh, anybody's pets, to be honest. Do people here have pets?