Slater's all, yeah, well, the magnetometer could handle this gig, but it's locked up somewhere in Switzerland in some basement, and Kuffs sounded like a good idea at the time! Sloane's all, yeah, it's in the basement of this bank that's, like, two miles from here. Slater's all, the hell? We're in Switzerland? Dude. Can you nab me some chocolate? And a watch? And some cheese? Sloane's all, by tomorrow, you'll have what you need. Slater just stares at him as he leaves.

Seconds later, Sloane's on the phone with the non-dead missus, telling her that he's waiting for some owner to counter or something. He's all, yeah, of course it has a garden, sweetie; I'm looking out the window at it right now! The only problem with this statement is that not only is there no garden in this warehouse where he's pacing, but there's also no window. Jesus. He's so evil that he's lying to his non-dead wife with nine fingers.