Oh my God.

[ In his fit of frustration, Felix's thoughts circle back to Locus again. How dare that fucker make Felix miss him. ]

Fine! Fine. I'll distract them. As soon as they move, you start looking for shit. And keep it quiet, will you?

[ Felix whips out the bag again. This time, he draws out a fully inflated balloon.

… Simple enough. He walks back to those crushed glasses, picks up a shard of glass, and pops it.

Immediately, the donkeys whip around to face Felix. ]

Here we go.

[ And they charge. ]