The hotel in Portland was nice enough to provide us with our own "goldfish companions" in our room. Their names were Eduardo and Barbara Lieberman. We assumed they were a couple going through a rough patch because Eduardo exhibited some typical passive aggressive behaviour and the more Barbara ignored him the worst it got. On our first night Mr. Bunndini made a drunken misstep and fed Barbara Lieberman a wheat thin cracker despite the protestations of Dr. Stapler. Luckily I was lucid enough to leave a note for her should anything so awry. This note read as follows: "Don't die Barbara Lieberman. Call 911 if there is trouble". I blame the beer.