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.