"HALT TRAVELER! My Shetland can scent contraband on your person. Well what do you bear? Narcotics, the bones of long lost bairns, PERHAPS ILLICIT FIREARMS? Calm down Fluttershy, he's getting my pants in a bunch too. I concur, HE MUST BE STRIPPED! Go on, remove your raiment AND your undergarments. Now twirl baby twirl! DO A WITTLE SEAL DANCE AND WE'LL ALLOW YOU TO PASS THROUGH INTO THE QUAINT HILLS OF SCOTIA."