But Peter, there's one thing I still don't get. Why did you take the massage job in the first place?
For you, Lois. I did it to earn enough money to buy a comb for your beautiful hair.
Oh Peter, didn't you know? I *sold* my beautiful hair to buy you a bottle of massage oil.
Great. So now I'm an unemployed masseuse with a bald wife. Merry fucking Christmas!