I could tell the little twerp had more to say. I could literally see the gears grinding in his brain.

Shaking
my head, I climbed in the driver’s seat and turned to him, saying,
“Um….about us being all heroic and stuff…don’t mention it. We got a
reputation to hold up, and if it gets out that we did the right thing
with no obvious motive, we’ll be done for.”

Leaving it at that, I turned the ignition on the truck and drove off at my usual breakneck speed.  -Smartass

The Repairman simply nodded, and got into the back with the boxes. He was quickly thrown back and squished by the Breaker’s various prisons. All he could say was a simple “oof!”; not even a scream really worked out.

The Breaker, meanwhile, was feeling pretty ill from the velocity, plus the fact he was currently separated. No one could see his clay turn green, but moaning could be heard from the boxes.