Oh, yippy skippy! I didn't know you boys were running an escort service. Is it called the Beef Brigade? [If Clayton can't hear the sarcasm, it's certainly apparent on his face.]

And if we might run into more of those animatronics, I definitely want you guys around. Maybe next time you can catch one of them instead of hauling me around, huh, Blondie? Amazingly, I can walk on my own when I'm not being immediately chased.

[He might be just slightly bitter about this.]