Naturally my brain immediately went to the likely combination of the two. "Frenulum...frenulum...supposed to be a damn frenulum around here somewhere...Sorry, dude, I need more light down here." *rummage rummage* *unfold* *click* "AHA! Now we're cookin' with dynamite..."
My amusement in no way tempered my gratitude to the very nice fan who purchased them for me, however--the next time Ben gets loose, I will have a flashlight!
Whether I'll have batteries is open to debate...