Schlock: Let my friends go. Now.
Chuck the Amorph: Heh. Guns don't hurt us.
Schlock: You don't get out much, do you? See, I've traveled the galaxy, and they sell guns out there that would amaze and astound you.
Chuck the Amorph: Oh really.
Schlock: Of course, by 'amaze' I mean 'maim,' and by 'astound' I mean 'render you indistinguishable from the remains of the ground you were standing on.'