He knew the translation for that phrase. 'Good dog, you get a biscuit'. Allen knew this man didn't have a small hammer of PAIN, but there had to be something. He could feel it like a mongoose can feel a cobra. He just put on that polite smile as he set the egg carefully in a cup and set it on the counter. "Only happy to help sir." Translation? 'I like being pain free, thanks'.
The boy found the pantry and stared before getting out a slice of bread from a package of it. He poked at the label of 'wonderbread' before skittering to do his job. It took trail and error to find the toaster and he pulled it in once he figured out how to work that part. Shoonk! Bread was in the toaster and it was set to medium using that little dial. Oooooo.