I barked with my peerless gentle tyranny.
Time for bed!
We're strangers. We're not your kids. Your kids got eaten by coyotes. So we can't go to bed.
I said meanly.
You look an awful lot like our kids, so you're going to bed anyway.
Fine! But can I have a bandana to tie around my face so I can look like a ninja?
I guess it wouldn't hurt, with the coyotes out and all.