SHELDON: Uh-oh... The neighbors tossed their frisbee over the fence.
SHELDON: Excuse me! Did you lose your... TRON? Tron: 'Sup.
SHELDON: You live NEXT DOOR? Tron: Yep. Closed escrow yesterday. BBQ'ing it up to celebrate.
SHELDON: But you... You...
SHELDON (eyebrows hovering): ..You've REALLY let yourself go. Tron (eyes narrowed): Hey, cut a brother some slack. I got a glandular thing. Master Control Program (wearing "Kiss the Cook" apron): Ha! A glandular thing that likes bratwurst.