Just do it

"MAD-den, MAD-den."

"Come on, Gerry, show us what you do when you execute a collar."

"Aw cripes." After nearly ten years Madden was well and truly tired of this game, but here was Nicky Cott from DEA with Madden's favorite single malt, and well, you know these guys.

Madden got down from his stool, came up behind Snyder, planted his hammy hooks either side of the suspect's tanned neck. The bar fell silent, expectant.

Madden pursed his lips. "DOINK!"

The whole place applauded.