"Nice work, Mr. Goodwrench." John says, picking himself up off the street and brushing his hands off against his jeans. He looks at both cars and at the charred cables connecting their lightly-smoking batteries.

"Dr. Goodwrench," Rodney moans from the ground. He gets up and stands next to John. "Well, crap," he says. "I...uh...reversed the leads."

"Again I say, nice work." John laughs when he gets a push on the shoulder for his trouble.

"Well, come on," Rodney says, turning away. "You can use the phone at my house - it's not far."

"You just met me an hour ago," John says, gesturing to the dive-y bar behind them. "You want to let me into your house? Besides, I have a cell phone."

"You seem pretty non-serial-killer-y to me. And it's cold, you could freeze out here waiting for a ride."

"It's 45 degrees," John says patiently.

"This isn't the greatest neighborhood - you could be in danger."

John sighs. "I know Kung-Fu," he says, deadpan.

"Look," Rodney says, hands on hips. "I am trying to lure you back to my house and seduce you. Do you think you could get with the program?"

John walks to his side, placing one hand on Rodney's ass. "You coulda just said."