"Creating bombs is hard."
Fullbladder appears, smeared in grease and looking very much like a wrench monkey. He's obviously been working on something. His voice, as he begins to talk again, picks up a Russian accent.
"I usually go with missiles. 'Course, none of my robots fly. Yeah, I can make you some bombs. I'm gonna need a lotta oregano, though." He ponders a moment. "I could have some bombs baked up by tommorrow, maybe. But in the meantime, how about this?"
He pulls out a small red tube-shaped device, his voice shifting to that of a used car salesman.
"Behold the Eloodium-236 Explosive Space Modulator. Fresh from the labs of a Martian Imperial Astronomical Facility.
"Earth-Shattering Ka-Boom or your money back, guaranteed."
He turns it over, detailing the exquisite craftmenship and perfectly shaped fuse.
"Yours today for the low low price of three wrist bones!"