He stared at him for a moment, before laughing softly. "And, of course, if I refuse to help, you will hit with everything up to and including the kitchen sink."<br/><br/>He turned and glared at the back of the RV, before sighing in vexation. "Well, if nothing else, maybe working with half way decent quality materials will let me make something that last longer than a dozen uses."<br/><br/>He stood up, and set a small hand sized device on the dashboard, before walking to the door. He gave the agent there a bland smile. "Excuse me."<br/><br/>Opening the door, they would see the minion that had been moving around earlier was working on putting tire locks on their car, ones that looked suspiciously like the ones that they would use to keep someone from trying to drive away from them. "Take them off, I am working for them now."<br/><br/>"Hup meh jag yuy." "Yes, I know you just put those three on their car, take them off."<br/><br/>A grumble of irritation came from outside, and he turned back to the agents. "So, in about three minutes, that one will be done with its 'fixing' of the RV..."<br/><br/>He turned and pulled the door open, and yelled out the door. "And don't put them back on the RV! Just put them on the ground next to their trunk."<br/><br/>Done ensuring they would not have a repeat of the 'coffee creamer incident' he resumed the previous conversation. "So, when and where do I drive this behemoth to report in for work?"