[ He takes a glance at all the stuff being tossed around. ‘Man. Hope there's someone to clean all this crap up.’ Because it’s sure as hell not going to be him. ]

Well, when a mommy cobbler meets a pile of synthetic leather for the first —

[ Bam! That thought goes interrupted by a box being tossed to the ground.

A beat. ]

Or you can use the stockpile of gauze rolls to the right. Your call, Little Foot.