[Yes, it would be pretty damn selfish of him to leave Murdoc with all the work, but. This is poop. He dealt with enough poop when Dirk and Dave were babies. He's really not in the mood to deal with it anymore.]

How about you deal with the shit and I deal with... whatever the fuck else there is.

[Or... Yeah, you know what. A house elf can do it. Whatever.]

I didn't fire it. Besides, he seemed pretty fuckin' keen to get out of here, so it ain't really my fault. [He's heading towards the kitchen though, shaking his head.] I can't believe you really want a house elf to pick up dog shit. That just reeks of abuse of power.