Elf: Anyway, I jumped over you, tackled Tagon and our target, and we hid behind the Odin-boots I'd been wearing. The grenade you ate blew you up, but it left enough behind that you could grow back, and you saved our lives.
Schlock: I wish I could remember that. I must have really liked you guys.
Elf: Either that or you really wanted to know what a plasma grenade tasted like.
Schlock: I wish I could remember that, too.
Elf: Try the chef's curried habanero horseradish. It's probably close.