“Since we have a couple of new members today,” said Dr. Withunga, “I’m going to take a couple of minutes to re-explain our purpose here. This isn’t therapy and the last thing we want to do is interfere with anybody’s, uh, micropower.” Ezekiel memorized this so that on the way home, he could say to Beth, “I’d rather be in a group where the last thing we want to do is have everybody get ripped to shreds and tubes and hair by a herd of feral cats.” And then she’d tell him three better collective nouns for cats than herd.