"If I manage to fix up your leg up 'properly', you're going to walk around with my name painted allll over it in big bold n' purple- and I get one of your working soldering guns with all the head modifiers for a month."

Setting the last table upright, Spinister turns to look at Ratchet, crossing his arms. "If I can't, I take it apart and do whatever the heck kind of drudge work you've got to do around here. For a month."