Tipsy: *Tries to push away his shadow but fails doing so* Dad! Can you get the mail please!

Tesla: Okay- what are you doing..?

Tipsy: My shadow wants me bad...

Tesla: ...I'll just get the mail... *Pulls out a letter from the mailbox*

Shadow!

Shadow: Yes?

Tesla: Here.

Shadow: Oh... well in that case...

i'm in a mood to murder now...