This up and down crap is making me nauseous

Our boy CHips, as a reward for his fine play last night, has been shipped back to Hamilton. This guy is gonna need some serious anti-psychotic drugs pretty soon.

Yeah, ...Kyle?

Carbo: Ahem,...sorry Kyle, uh...Chips...?

Chips: Yeah coach?

Carbo: Um...can I see you for a second?

Chips: Sure, what's up?

Carbo: Just, uh, can you just wait for me in that room there? Just go in there and I'll be right with you.

Chips: Uh, yeah, ok sure.

Trap door.

Hamilton.