[Something about the sight of a human(?) awkwardly scrabbling up onto the laminate and barking is enough to make a dog feel like he's taken a wrong turn in his life. Jake's instinctive barking is suddenly starting to sound a lot less like the natural bellow of a bulldog and a lot more like some guy just saying "bark" with increasing bewilderment.]

Easy, crazy! How'd you get in here!? [Jake stands fully, looking back towards the entrance. Shouldn't the orderlies be running in right about now?] Runnin' in here, screamin' all screwy, scaring a guy half to death as he's trying to enjoy a little late lunch... who raised you?