Grant: I’m not seeing anything. What did you do with him?
Xander: I had the nail gun here somewhere.
Xander: I heard it smash into the masonry over here somewhere. This is the trouble with telekinesis. Just shoots off when I’m not paying attention, and I have no muscle memory to help me remember where it went.
Grant: Nail gun, Eugene?
Xander: Look, if you’re going to get all squeamish you shouldn’t have insisted on going body hunting!
Xander: Hey pal, I would rather be doing other things!
Xander: How gruesome!