Two: one to shoot and one to sell him to shoot back.
Oh shoot, I forgot...
SON: Transmission is shot. Reverse doesn't work. DAD: Well... SON: Don't- DAD: There's no going back now
Because it would be economically unviable to market a pharmaceutical in such a vastly unpopulated area.
A sailor.
I need some arrrrrrrrrrrgua!
Because you need a soul for that.
So their hats are right side up when they go to aim.
A gun.
SON: I WILL CRUSH MY ENEMIES ME: *nervous laughter* No, the other thing SON: Oh. Thank you
Dalek themselves clean
Anti-hissss-tamines!
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