Oh no no no no no. Boris did [i]not[/i] get to hold the fact that he had saved the boss' life over his head. Slipping his jacket on, the wings flared out. With the jetpack warming up, he zipped his jacket up and stuck his helmet on, wading over towards the greaser. Grabbing one of Albert's arms, he hoisted him up, turning to his friend. "We do this together, aight? You don't get solo benefits for saving his tubby ass."