"That's nice, Sigma. Uh... don't touch anything. With your track record, you'd probably cause the deaths of millions." I say, but get cut off. "This will end well."
And then the lift stops.
"Dot, be a dear and fix the lift." I say, smiling as nicely as is possible for me. Which, unfortunately, looks like I'm going to carve Dot up and feed him to some kittens.
Either way, it would likely be a darn good motivator.