A running joke.
He couldn't take a joke.
It is a play on words, after all
Jane: I can't answer. I didn't know I was supposed to keep count!
Tell her you're a paratrooper. Chicks dig that kind of thing."
I don't know how but every time I run through that maze and ring the bell he gives me a piece of cheese.
Because he's the Blade Runner.
They don't like to get that far from the table.
The former is a band of cunning runts...
A running joke