"Nothing." Jim replied dramatically, grinning and lifting his shoulders with the word. "But the psychic wavelengths weren't too difficult to crack. I do love a good code."
"You try," Jim nodded to the Weevil. "He obeys utterly and completely."
Jim took a step back, leaning against the wall and watching. "Think of it, Suzie. You and me, a Weevil army-Torchwood wouldn't have a chance. Especially not with these Weevils."
Obeying his every command wasn't the only thing his Weevils did.