Don't doubt the power of the bandit king, kid. But I'm letting you operate this shit outta the goodness of my big damn heart.

[Look how kind he is, gosh! He frowns slightly before awkwardly clambering over the seat--he's a grown ass man and how else do you climb to the front!! Eventually enough he flops down haphazardly, glaring through the windshield. Okay, maybe he would have immediately gotten more information if he had initially just...fucking looked out a window, but he ain't admitting that now. He leans back, arms behind his head.]

You yap a lot, ya know that? A real thief don't give a shit about what yer allowed to do or not. Ya just do it.

So what're ya waiting for?