El Sasquatcho shifted the television under his arm. It was cumbersome; an odd shape carried with one hand still takes some doing, enhanced strength or not. The hairy warrior of justice finally set it down, leaning against the nearby wall. 

Si, si... El Sasquatcho has a wonderous adventure planned, wherein we get into our best combat gear and race to the parking lot, from there (and this is good), we take up our best Team Pose, and assist the Indomitable El Sasquatcho to install a set of bullbars on his mode of conveyance!" 

He had set the paint cans down while he spoke, and was waving and gesturing furiously as he spoke. To look at El Sasquatcho, it was uncertain as to whether or not he was being sarcastic. Nonetheless, he was very animated about it. 

"The day may come soon wherein El Sasquatcho will have to ram something, or push a vehicle out of the way. Hence, the bars. They're really nice ones, too... El Sasquatcho may one day install a winch, but that would necessitate the purchasing of one. Afterwards, it is time for the painting and furnishing of the private rooms! Homey touches, maybe some skulls and a little splash of color. But for now, the bars. ¿Esta bien?"