Mallethead: YO, BOXJAM, WANNA GO GRAB A COUPLE BEERS?
BoxJam: No, thanks, Mallet...
Mallethead: SHE'S GOT YOU ON A SHORT LEASH, HUH?
BoxJam: No, no, nothing like that...
[[Mallethead walks away, as BoxJam reaches for his neck]]
BoxJam (thinking): It's an invisible fence collar...