Janitor: Ruff, ruff.
Carla: You found Rowdy!?!
Janitor: Nope. Not Rowdy. This is Steven. You know, Rowdy was 48 inches from snout to tail, Steven's only 46 on a good day.
Carla: I think we're okay.
Janitor: I got him off another taxidermy guy on the internet. Had to trade him my, uh, squirrel army.
Carla: Oh, I'm sorry you had to do that; but thank you.
Janitor: Nah. Everyone thinks squirrel armies are so great. I'm not sure it's the healthiest habit in the world.