“Son, I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to give you a criminal record. You’re clearly young and spunky, and I just want to encourage you to think of the consequences of your actions.”

As Jeff gets himself all tangled up, Cerrit monitors to make sure he’s not about to dislocate an arm, and even tries to help get the coat back on.

“Besides, if you’ve got a sweet tooth, perhaps you ought to learn about the effort that goes into making those candies. It’s that or I take you down to town hall and we do this the hard way, with paperwork and fines. Your choice.”