He stared at the shrinking machine, before whistling shrilly, and pointing up at the AEM that was currently not being worked on, by ANY minions, before turning about and ratcheting the 'large ham acting' dial all the way up to twenty one.. "WHERE IS MY LIGHTNING AND THUNDER!?!?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK WITHOUT APPROPRIATE BACKGROUND NOISES!?!?! I wanted it done today, and yet not one of you is doing anything for it. I have an Altus mech rusting in its stand, an RV that is listing yet AGAIN, and yet you have time for something as delightfully amusing as a machine that shrinks itself."<br/><br/>He pushed its button again, and watched it vanish completely. "Now, I want numbers One hundred and higher on the AEM, Ninety to Ninety nine on the Altus. One stop causing my home to list or I am going to ensure you list as well! Twenty seven, it is hag's birthday, I want well wishing songs outside her room after dinner! Forty nine, get Elizabeth here a COMFORTABLE chair, and then help her decide what she needs from me. Sixty two, I want another metal altering machine built every day, minimum, for the next twenty days! Seventy four, get a team together, organize this scrap, properly mind you! I find another steel bar among the adamantine again, I will show you the difference by introducing the two bars to your head! Eighty nine... Where is Eighty nine?"<br/><br/>A muffled cry from the RV revealed the minion in question had gotten stuck in the weapons locker, AGAIN. "Someone get Eighty nine out of the weapons locker, and get those weapons cleaned and repaired, and NO IMPROVEMENTS this time! Then, get the flamethrower working correctly on the Altus and burst rifle. I want an eighty foot cone of liquid flaming death by the end of tomorrow on both of them tomorrow, more is BETTER!"<br/><br/>He looked about, watching the minions scurrying about, and nodded. "And those not on a team, I want..."<br/><br/>He paused, remembering Elizabeth, and stopped. "A quick meeting with those minions I just mentioned in the RV. Be right back."<br/><br/>The last was to Elizabeth, before he headed into the RV, only to have to dive to the side as the recently installed door defense system decided he was not authorized. Once the spray of scrap settled, and his hearing returned, he brushed himself off, though he didn't move from behind the pile of steel he had dove behind. "Someone fix the damn targeting of that damn turret! Sixteen! You are clearly not busy, your job. Four, get my blueprint kit to me, a bedroll, and a drink, I might be here a bit. Seventeen, I want you outside Ghost's room in case she needs to talk to me, you are on messenger duty. Twenty two, get those parts out to the listed spots on the base, in the CORRECT PLACES! I find out you just tossed them in a pile in a corner somewhere, and you will be working with wood wiring for the rest of the week!"