Show Gabe Billings being handy around his new home-- caring for the lawn and garden, adding on to the abbatoir, shingling the shithouse, eating a huge fucking bag of fried pork rinds, or whatever it is you think he does. The picture needn't be flattering, if you get my drift.
Gabe, you can't do yourself. You have to do me or Wirthling.
Not that anyone needs reminding, but please allow me to mention the comedic principle here embodied:

Judgement on like Sunday sometime.
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