[She's looking straight at those sharp teeth and not liking what she seeing. In fact, she doesn't like seeing Jon in his wolf form. Period. Dogs, it just had to be dogs!]

Boy, they must be desperate around this school to be handing out teacher certificates out all willy-nilly. What did you have to do to earn yours? Roll over and play dead?

[Enough with the chit-chat, she wasn't going to let Jon's threats bug her, or her fear of canines get the best of her. She was Tron Bonne! Queen of the air pirates and a fearless pilot.]

Listen here Muttley, I don't have time to play with you and your stupid rules. If you want these chops so badly you'll have to take them from my Servbots first!

[Without further prompting, Tron starts throwing the chops at random Servbots, who are quick to start scurrying away with their catch. Let the dog play with his new toys.]