Leeanne hangs up the phone.
She walks down the hallway
At which time Brian leaps forth from the closet holding the jersey he had been wearing for about 2 hours before hand
In one fluid motion, Leeanne is standing in the hallway arms and torso trapped in the jersey that is now encasing her; growing dizzy from the stench of a very worn jersey.
Brian runs away giggling like Peter Griffin
Now that’s good humour!