I saw his quote database once. It scurried out of his studio one night when I was over for scotch, and started cataloging a nearby bookshelf with this laser ray thing... very weird. We all just pretended we didn't see anything and haven't really mentioned it since.
I had to help Rachel wrangle hers back last winter. For some reason it convinced itself that it was a migratory bird and should fly south for the winter, except that it was using one of those toy compasses you get in cereal boxes and ending up going nearly due east. I caught up with it outside of Philadelphia, where it was trying very hard to turn the village that it had landed in into Baja California. Luckily the locals bought that the warm, sea-smelling, breezes from the west were from a malfunctioning perfume factory.
All told, it was pretty easy to convince the database that it was a small Fedex box with postage paid, but I think the Fedex guy got a little suspicious when it sneezed as I was dropping it off. That and the heartbeat.
