George narrowed his eyes at his older brother. "Sabotage, hm? Well you've already done a fair job of that just by walking through the door," from his sprawled position, he gestured around at the boxes and cloaks that had been scattered all over the shop floor. He snorted. "Um, I'm down here because some great git wasn't looking where he was going."
He took Charlie's extended hand, for a split second considering the idea of yanking his brother down by it before dismissing the thought. For one thing, it was the middle of the day in the shop, and it was bad enough that there was one Weasley on his arse, and for another, Charlie was a lot more solid than he was, and all George would get out of it would likely be a wrenched shoulder. So he let Charlie pull him up, and began to dust himself off. "So...is sabotage the only item on your agenda, or is there another reason for your visit, brother of mine?"