I forced them to give up the little gas powered generator, and the corded power tools and lights it was capable of running, but we still only had about a half trunk full when Rachael and I took the Belvedere down to park on the trailer. When we returned, the bums had the Satellite trunk completely stuffed full, with the fenderwells appearing to be three inches lower! When I threw a fit about it, they all just seemed to look off into the sky, or were so intent on their own vehicles that they couldn't help me out. By the time we rolled out of the gate, the light was fading and only the group of three working on the head gaskets, were left.