[ Peter, being an idiot, takes this to mean that Gogol really trusted his words. (Of course, he also knows his guns are harmless without him, so he doesn't even flinch.) As advertised, the gun does not fire. The triggers click, but nothing happens at all. Little wonder Peter's mom thought they were useless for so long. ]
See? Pretty much a paperweight for anybody else. Check this out.
[ Peter unholsters his other blaster, aiming it at the floor (gun safety!) Soon his hands glow white, and both the gun in his hand and Gogol's start reforming into white blocks. The blocky gun in Gogol's hand flies back to fuse with the one in Peter's hand, taking on a new shape entirely. ]
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See? Pretty much a paperweight for anybody else. Check this out.
[ Peter unholsters his other blaster, aiming it at the floor (gun safety!) Soon his hands glow white, and both the gun in his hand and Gogol's start reforming into white blocks. The blocky gun in Gogol's hand flies back to fuse with the one in Peter's hand, taking on a new shape entirely. ]
Ta-da! Alien tech. Cool, right?