Clarification on the term "wrong hands"

I know what you're thinking; it's been 48 hours, and you're still not in Florida? Well, you have to remember, we are just LEGOs. We live in a human sized world, so it's rather hard for us to get around. Actually, we are flying tremendously fast, according to what the pilot, Albert Simmons (henceforth known as "Bob") says. A plane such as the one we are in, he says, would be impossible to build at human size.

Now, I would like to tell you a conversation Aleck and I had this morning. It shows our chemistry as teammates, and tells more about the mission. I asked him why we weren't bringing guns or any other kind of weaponry along.

"Why would we, are you afraid of crocodiles?" he asked, annoyed.

"Who isn't? But..."

"There is no reason to be afraid of crocs. I personally have wrestled three of them in the amount of time that you were wrestling that "bigfoot" you conjured up while flailing helplessly in the snow." Obviously, he has read my earlier posts.

"I'm not talking about animals! I'm referring to the people who are going to be guarding this map."

"What people?"

"You know, the 'wrong hands'."

For the longest time he did that staring thing, which burns into your heart and makes you wonder why you would ask such a lame question. "He said wrong hands because of the  first person to attempt to recover the map. He had gotten it, but when closing the door to the car which picked him up, he forgot to pull his arm into the car all the way, and his hand popped off, " (that is probably odd to you, but it happens to us LEGO people easily, and there is no pain) "He did not realize the mistake until he was on a plane heading for Washington D.C., but, alas, it was too late."

"Oh boy, I'll bet the President was mad."

"I'm afraid he was. It really wasn't the guy's fault. It's happened to all of our top agents at one time or the other; a hand holding a gun falls off, maybe, and he is nearly shot by himself..."

I really felt we were making some connection. He was sharing one of agents' biggest fears. I laughed, "gives whole new meaning to the term bite the hand that feeds you!"

"This is no joking matter! The agent that made that mistake deserves to be out here making up for his accident, not a bumbling fool like you!" He then went on to do all the excitingly fun things to do on an airplane for 48 hours straight, and ignored me for the rest of the day.

So clearly, I was wrong. He hates me, don't know why, but he does. He most be holding a grudge. That or he's hiding something. Sure, I made a mistake, but I'm a bit new to this "save the world" thing, and he isn't allowing for that. Anyway, this could be a long mission together.