Habitual Offender

Slave! I need you!
Yes, Lord Ba'al.
I've noticed things are slipping lately.
Here at the palace, Lord?
No, you idiot! At the New Jersey used car lot! Inventory is getting out of control!
The drivable cars are selling, sire.
Not them! Any moron can sell a car that runs! It's those useless pieces of toxic waste! They're costing me money!
I'll convey that to your lot manager.
Remind him that my instruments of torture aren't just for looks.
Certainly, o merciful one. I've always wondered what those big red balls are for.
That's kind of personal, slave. Bring them to me.
Well oiled as usual?
Definitely.