Dorothy made an effort to fake an offended look. "I'm not mean! I don't have a mean bone in my body. You better watch what you say about me, Stringbean, or you'll be the one sleeping in the doghouse tonight."

But she could never stay mad at him for too long. Especially when it was fake. She leaned over and peered at the weird device.

"Depends. What exactly is that and what's it leading towards?"