Travis looks down at the shoes and for a brief moment wonders why anyone would want shoes as ugly as that before snapping to focus. Right. Something that he knows, but the machine doesn't.

Oh shit.

"I could ask for my cat," he says, like this is a genius idea. "The thing doesn't say we can't ask for living things, right? It would have to work overtime to spit out not just any cat, but my cat."