Carver stuck behind with Sobki and Chad just long enough to add, "Seriously. The ghouls here will destroy you if you piss them off, and Shock in particular would put you through hell before [i]maybe[/i] letting you taste the sweet release of death." He didn't stick around to make sure the point had been properly made; he rushed off to catch up with Shock and Agatha. The faster the trio got their hands on that battering ram, the faster they could completely wreck Finkelstein's lab and ruin his day. And Carver was [i]not[/i] going to miss out on the front row seat.

Chad nodded. "Noted then, thanks dudes!" The crazy chick sounded like an absolutely wild ride! He just had to be prepared for said ride, otherwise she might use [i]him[/i] as a bettering ram. Well, she might anyway, but that would probably be worth it if he got to have some crazy fun with her beforehand...

Agatha jogged toward the shop. She might have run, to stay completely on Shock's good side and not give the trickster the time to change her mind, but she didn't want her skirt to look unflattering with Barrel behind her. She paused when she got to the shop door. "You guys can wait outside, I'll be right back. Don't want you to get held up by my aunts asking what you're all doing in the shop together, after all!" She ducked inside and rushed toward the back room.

"Welcome to the-- What's the hurry, dearie?" Aggie asked.

"It's your turn to man the counter in a moment, anyway," Agnes added.

"Not yet," Agatha replied as she grabbed her broom and flew for the hole in the ceiling. She raised her voice as she made her way through the living quarters. "I have one more delivery to make!"

"To who?" Agnes called back. "We haven't gotten any new orders since you left!"

"I'm renting Shock my battering ram." Agatha flew back down the hole and skidded to a stop by the counter. "Can you pass me the ledger?"

Aggie raised an eyebrow and did as asked. "How much did you rent if for?"

Agatha smirked. "I haven't decided yet. She just said to put it on her tab; didn't ask about the price." She quickly scribbled a note in the margins for later, to figure that out and mark it down properly.

Both of her aunts cackled. 

"Well, whatever you charge--" Aggie started.

"--You're the one dealing with her when it's time for her to pay!" Agnes finished.

Agatha [i]almost[/i] stopped writing. Was Shock's potential wrath later definitely worth this? ...Yes. Yes it was. Besides, so long as she didn't charge anything [i]too[/i] horrific, the customer couldn't really complain about a price they didn't confirm before agreeing to pay it.

Probably.

With that done, Agatha dropped the ledger on the counter, hopped off her broom, and skittered back outside. She presented the small, metal-riveted wooden log to the tricksters. "Two handles, small enough for one person to use without too much difficulty, long enough for up to four if the door is just that stubborn."