No, you're cleaning it up
*Point gun to Tempest's head*
Start cleaning, slave!
I might spare you when you finish cleaning
(I'm going to kill him when he's finish cleaning)
Release the rabid hounds!
Now you have two choice: stay where you are and get ripped to shreds or give me the deed to the hill and live
(I hope you chose the first one. Heh, heh, heh)