R- No Beel. You make me tired.
B- Okay, how 'bout you carry the granddaughter instead of me, and I'll ride Washoe.
R- That would be good Beel. She is not fat.
B- Great! Then we...wait. Are you saying I'm fat?
R- Like a moose.
B- You are just getting old.
R- And you are mean like a moose too. I heared one of the peoples call one of the moose monsters Beel-winkel on this morning.
B- "Bullwinkle". And careful, that would make you the squirrel.
B- So, this would be a good time to try the new device on Washoe. He has a REAL eating disorder, JCS syndrome. Just. Can't. Stop. So he gets a "NibbleNot" on his halter.
R- You sayed it looked like some lawn-jer-hay on his face. I do not know what that is.
B- Lingerie. It looks like he stuck his head in a laundry basket and came out with a nose thong.
B- Let's see if it works.
B- Nothing to eat here
B- Nope, can't get a bite!
B- Still nope.
B- Ha! Nothing!
B- So sad.
B- Why bother.
R- I know the rule about no eating when I am doing work.
R- She sayed I could.
B- She just didn't say no fast enough and you forgot what you were doing. Squirrel.