Or, perhaps he really just want to get this job done right. After plenty of confrontations, Rufus found one form of intimidation to work very well. Self-sacrifice always seemed to work nicely in getting his way. Of course, those that still had some semblance of a backbone would regret their stance very swiftly as he triggers the explosives beneath their feet and not his lunch strapped to his waist. Or maybe it was molding clay. Or were they actually live explosives? Bah, he didn't have time to care. Just try not to get on his bad side.