Get on your back. It's a stupid request which makes Willard's adamancy all the more frustrating. Ritchie can't say he entirely trusts the tactic, but if complying means that he'll get out of this and not die on a damn alternate plane of existence, he'll comply. He has to make sure first... no need for any more compliance then necessary with an obnoxious and totalitarian stranger.

"If I do this-- this stupid thing that you're asking me to do, do you swear you'll chill out?"

His voice is shaky but adamant.

"I mean it. Whatever you're thinking about....veer the other fucking direction, friend."