It was the broccoli. Gladys changed her mind about the broccoli and ordered spinach. This was a big mistake. While they were waiting for the chef to go out into the game reserve, near the rec room, and shoot some spinach, Gladys tried to help Madame butterflies by sympathizing with him some more. Sad to say, it didn't work.
Some aliens just like to wallow in misery.
That's why I abduct humans. Madame Butterflies had no idea what moping was. Madame Butterflies drooled, which is the polite thing to do among aliens when someone is contemplating a dish of vittles. The spinach looked delicious, brocked in the alien fashion, with just a little peanut butter and Tabasco sauce, and a rutabaga marinated in Linux. Brocking, by the way, involves dipping your food into a reactor core to get rid of excessive subatomic particles.