And the best part is,the whole package fits neatly
in the spacewhere my giblets used to be.
I'm kind of a harpoon snob,
and let me say,that thing is gorgeous.
But do you really needchest artillery?
It's not just a weapon.
It's the bureaucrat'sbest friend. Observe.
(sing-songy):Oh, Mark 7-G?
Would you mindfetching that carton
from the top shelf?
(laughs)Pitiful and sickening.
Okay, little man,
let a professional bureaucratshow you how it's done.
My best wasn'tgood enough.
I'll need my personnelfile, please.
Welcome back, old friend.
I missed you terribly.
You do everythingterribly.
And I'm not your friend.
(laughs)Good old Hermes.
When he stops insulting,that's when I worry.
I was leaning over the sinkeating pureed clams
when my teeth fellin the disposal.
Scruffy, could youretrieve them?
'Taint a boilernor a toilet. Pass.
(sighs)I'll fetch my hand tools.
Hand tools? Why don't you get anextendo-arm implant, like mine?
Oh, no.No more implants.
I don't want to end up a cold,emotionless machine like you.
That's sweet, Hermes.
Maybe I should getan extendo-arm.