[Snickers and stares were met with a quick flash of a toothy smile as if he did this every day, all while wishing he could partially transform so that he may set their hair on fire for their insolence.]

With pleasure.

[He shifted gears to aid the 'barrow in turning, maneuvering it to move behind the shed.]

I don't suppose we could take the resulting mulch, stuff one of the leaf blowers, and spray the onlookers, hm?