The Littlest Loompa tm watches with a keen and shrewd eye as his patron howls, gnashes, and paces about the wreckage of the Big Boy.

No one should task the Doctor as much as these thugs have. No one should task the Doctor at all.
No. This isn't right. The Little Guy doesn't like it. Not one bit. Something is going to have to be done about this.

Something...his concentration is broken when Doctor Evil addresses him fully. He sits up that much straighter.

Are they here?
No, he shakes his head.
Show Daddy where to hide next.

The Little Guy nods.
And then he grins, quite literally from ear to ear.

"Oompa."