Brittany's in bed with her laptop viewing an early episode of that TV show about crystal meth - the one she's taken to watching in a little-veiled attempt to better understand Lord Tubbington's 'drug'-related activities - when he walks in on her muttering to herself. It's only a few days since Santana departed to wherever the hell she's gone - somewhere that reminds Lord Tubbington of fried chicken but the name of which he never deigns to accurately recall - so at first he overlooks the muttering.
But when he's properly installed in his place on the bed, he catches some of her words.
"That's just silly. How could you not realize your husband's a drug manufacturer? Like, get a clue. All the evidence is there."
Lord Tubbington shifts uncomfortably. Brittany notices and narrows her eyes in his direction.
"Yes, Tubbies, that last one was meant for your benefit. I know I started this whole thing by getting you to eat nougat in my vain attempt to make you poop out some treats for me, but it's escalated in ways I never could have anticipated. Like, I know you're making your own drugs now. And I'm sure you're selling them too."
It's not the first time - nor will it be the last, Lord Tubbington is sure of that much - that Brittany has confronted him about his drug of choice. As much as he's disinclined to respond, he does enjoy the vicarious jolt when she refers to Snickers bars as 'ecstasy'. He's more worried, right now, though, about the fact that Brittany is clearly learning from the TV show, and recognizes his own secretive behavior surrounding candy for what it is. Even if she hasn't stooped to following him just yet - though Lord Tubbington is pretty sure that'll happen as soon as Santana gets her ass back from Mars or wherever and demands Brittany crack down full force on him - she has still obviously caught wind of his general wheelings and dealings.
He chooses to ignore her, for now, and looks to the screen on her lap. He wonders, fleetingly - though entirely seriously - if making crystal meth might, in fact, be a less complicated affair than achieving the perfect ratio of chocolate to nuts in his own brand of Snubbers bar.