The humans have made murmurings about selling "the unit" for a while.
I have no idea what this means, but they invited a slightly eccentric Italian man around to put some very stinky stuff all over the ceiling, doors and some of the walls that used to be like a colour palette.
He also put down some "drop cloths" on the floor. Maybe he didn't want any of the stinky stuff to get on the floor?
The female human kept referring to him as the painter.
Anyway, when the painter went out for lunch, I pwned those cloths.