Brows shot up in the air as he watched the pair, unable to believe they were actually considering anything even remotely similar to the machine of destruction in the movie. "Nuh uh. No way. I don't care how cool it might be, I am not going to sit here and watch you two make a... a..."
He trailed off, draining the rest of his beer and setting the can on the table in front of him. "A stake grenade. It's just a disaster or death or both, I don't even know, waiting to happen!" Yes, he might very well be a stick in the mud, but at least he was a very nice, sensible stick in the mud who was alive and healthy. And he really preferred to see the other two in the same state.