Patch pulls up next to Treat in their usual parking spots. "You planned that," Treat says accusingly. Patch is all, "Who, me?" Treat says he saw him waiting. Patch: "I know you've always enjoyed our morning repartee. I've prepared a few insults if you'd like to hear them." Aw. Treat says he's not dying; they can always email. When they walk into their office, it's the surprise party of the year. A banner reading "We [heart] you, Andy Brown!" is hung above the heads of the partygoers, who are mostly old MEOWs, plus Irv and Edna. They're all clapping and whooping it up, until Treat freaks shit and hauls ass out the door. Patch follows him, and we go to commercials.