"See, I don't have napalm, that's my whole problem. If I had this, things'd be going a lot differently." It would be much more enjoyable, for one thing. Fire had a good track record for beating fleshy stuff.

Rocket began to pick through the bits of junk in the remainder of the wall carefully, shaking his head. "Glowing sacks of flesh, no, stuff I can stick together, yeah, but all of this is looking like crap." He huffed in annoyance as he stepped back from the wall, just in case it started going squishy again. "Great."