WALNUT: I's cant's dos it I cant's...
WALNUT: T-the rock it don't w-work no more anymores... Why? 'Cause I shot it? Nah, thing's too stubborn to even dent. What don't work is your paw.
Bleedin' up a damn flood in its wrinkles an' crev•i•ces. It wasn't built for that. You build it for that?
Ah. Here's the problem: Your trusty app•ar•atus stopped the bullet. And ain't that just a little bit neat?