Happy leaned away just as quickly and a small sigh of defeat escaped his lips. Terrible timing from the boss. As usual. Happy was completely thwarted. It didn't really matter though, as Socrates chose just that moment to lazily clamp his jaws around Happy's ankle. With a string of curses that would've made his mother smack him upside the head, Happy catapulted from his seat, wrenched his ankle from the dog's mouth, and then began a battle to get his pants leg from the same terrible sharp place.