[He jolted forward at the smack, grunting and smiling painfully. Gosh, those are some big hands. He looked down at the thing he was working on and opted to remove the trigger guard.]

Ha, jah... iz not able to be regulated, haz no for sure fail safe... 'Cept de beacon.

Not like dot adaptability. Originally? Just a learning ting. But dot de can assimilate... grow... absorb. Now dot, dots zumting to be proud of.

[Absently, a proud grin parted his lips. Hey, as much trouble as they'd turned out to be, he had to be proud of effectively creating a hyper evolutionary cycle, just one key in the puzzle to life that they'd figured out here.]

But, ve gots bigger tings to do. Und if tings iz like hy tink dey vill be, dis iz gonna be hyu best bet. If hyu ain't got vone already.

[Without much more grandeur, the scientist shouldered the few remaining duct-taped canisters of fuel, lifted the invention he'd been piecing together for the last two weeks, and aimed it at the far wall. With a twitch of one finger on the trigger, a concentrated ball of white flame burst from the barrel and torched away the paint, flame licking at metal.]

Should be helpful.