“Damn right. You don’t appreciate what we’ve done for you. We got this guy locked up and out of your nonexistent hair. We ain’t such bad guys when we wanna be. Assuming we get something out of it too. But let’s ship this guy out of here! We’ll need your help.”
-Smartass

"Well, all right,” the Repairman said.

He pulled out a couple of latex gloves and let his pseudo-hands fill them, until he could pass off as someone who had fingers. Didn’t want any of that clay stuck in him.

After a few experimental finger flexes, he picked up the Breaker’s face, with little protest. Not knowing where to put him, he just righted the wheelchair and stuck him there.