[Nathan furrows his brow. This is an excellent question. An excellent question that he TOTALLY has an answer for because he's been paranoid about just this thing every time he stays in that goddamn creepy store.]
You mean aside from consulting my psychic spherical friend?
[He grins.]
I'd grenade bomb them with petroleum jelly! Their soft, shitty bodies won't be able to do anything when they're gobbed down with heavy sticky shit. This is a last resort, of course, because I can think of much better things to do with what I affectionately call my wank gunk, but sacrifices must be made in the event of flesh-craving stuffies.
[He pauses.]
Or I guess I could climb onto a table or something. I doubt their little knob hands would be very good at ascending furniture.
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You mean aside from consulting my psychic spherical friend?
[He grins.]
I'd grenade bomb them with petroleum jelly! Their soft, shitty bodies won't be able to do anything when they're gobbed down with heavy sticky shit. This is a last resort, of course, because I can think of much better things to do with what I affectionately call my wank gunk, but sacrifices must be made in the event of flesh-craving stuffies.
[He pauses.]
Or I guess I could climb onto a table or something. I doubt their little knob hands would be very good at ascending furniture.