[Wow??? How did he manage to piss off a dog?? Look, he doesn't need to eat, he doesn't carry treats with him! Nor does he have a ball. He puts his hands on his hips, tilting his helmeted head.]

Oh yeah? Maybe you don't smell so good, either, Chewie.

[He gives a look around, still not liking nor trusting The Box, and ducks off for a few moments. There is some underbrush-like crashing and cracking and banging and church are you okay--

And then he arrives back--with a stick. And waggles it enticingly.]

Puppyyyy, you want the stick? You want the stick, huh? You wanna fetch the stick?