Don't give it ideas, assuming it's intelligent and understands us.

[Trunks is trying to remember what he'd packed and pulled for this trip, pulling out another capsule. Looking at it, then back in the case and going for a different one.]

I think this one has a spray bottle or two.

[Another push of the button, and light toss--and then he's pulling the lid off the crate, with a puzzled look.]

How, what? I do not remember packing these...

[Seriously, he didn't remember packing super-soaker type-water guns. But honestly? He'll take 'em and they'll work better than spray bottles in a way. Tossing one Ted's way as he keeps the other, then re-encapsulates the crate. Into a pocket for now, along with the case.

Keeping an eye on their oozing opponent.]