Hell, my dog's the magic animal version of Evander fuckin' Holyfield all on her own. [That may be a note of pride that sneaks into Blake's voice.]

I can afford a couple benchwarmers, as long as they behave. [He holds the Clauncher up and looks him in the unsettlingly intelligent eye.] You gonna behave?

[The little lobster regards him, then nods. Blake looks satisfied.] Good.