Rory, who's decided he's a master negotiator on account of how often he seems to get his way (because it obviously has nothing to do with any fondness shared between the two men -- only his natural talent for sales), counters with a "Five." He jiggles the handle. "Which's about how many ways I could get us through this if I wanted to leave it in pieces." (He'd rather not.)
AROUND THE STATION: Rufus, Rory, and 12 cats