[Trevor turns around with a sigh that's far too irritated to have actually been caused by his employee. He shoots a glare his way as he pockets the phone.]

Nux. Don't be a smartass. Nobody likes those.

-- And I don't want it there!

[Cue T yanking the fence away from Nux and continuing on their mysterious walk, which was actually just in the direction of his trailer.]

Jesus fucking Christ, do I have to do everything myself? Your generation doesn't understand the meaning of labor, I swear.