Sigmund Freud drew on his cigar, loathe to admit the truth. Sometimes a cigar is an analogy. Sometimes a dream is just a borrowed fantasy determined by social pressure. It tried his patients. Trial by fire. His cigar fell to the floor. Suddenly he awoke. Refreshed. But repressed.
The Marquis de Sade became tied up in his own affairs. An unexpected crisis of trust. Trussed up for the time being.
Zeppo was a stand-in for Karl, whose interests were more involved with workplace organization. The anarchistic shenanigans of his other brothers were simply a sideline. Zeppo also later departed to become an agent for those working in the industry.
Labor relations. Kinky.