[Rocket double-takes.] And you wanna try my gun? Where the hell were you keeping that thing?

[With that settled and his gun-envy quelled by necessity, he goes back to loading his other gun, picking up the pieces and casting a glance at the screaming undead dragon igniting the city below them. Definitely no time for gun-envy.]

What's the range on that? If I hit that scaly bastard with one of those harpoons to hold 'em still, d'you think you can get off a few shots?