"Den I'll jus' take 'de damn t'in' down 'gain t'morrow." He promised with a smile, taking one step after the Time Lord, but then he was pausing at the gate and waving back at him, and the Cajun stopped. Don't follow him. Don't. Stop it-- don't move. Stay.
Good boy. A smile was returned and he lifted a gloved hand to wiggle his fingers in return, and he allowed the Doctor to leave.. then he was bending to pick up that modular and take it back inside. With it set aside safely on the altar, the Cajun was stepping forward to press a bare pointer finger against one of the bars near the top of the cage. He'd cut it apart in sections, bit by bit, and throw them outside. The beds could stay, he'd use the mattresses.