*has already thought ahead to how much stripping wallpaper sucks, with the scraping and the stickiness and potential for grade A papercuts* *knows he's one of the taller hounds you've got on-hand, too, so the ladder-work'll be his job*
*heaves out a long-suffering sigh (the things he does for you people)(as though he wouldn't have done it anyway)* Tell you what, 'makil. *waggles a hand to indicate himself and Mac* We'll visit the trough, fill up the tanks, and then you can have us for as long as you want. Deal?