"Wait...I have laser beam eyes?"
[Wombat blinks a few times and looks around. Nothing happens. Wombat shrugs and starts digging in his pouch. After pulling out a few ink pens, half-an-apple tree, and a few gnawed on car bumpers, he finds a small handheld mirror. Wombat looks at the mirror for a few moments before an azure beam shoots out of his eyes, ricochets off the mirror, and flies backwards into a seven-meter thick steel entrapment wall protecting some thermal grenades someone so carelessly left sitting there.]
**Ka-BOOM!!!!**
"Nope. I don't think I have any laser eye beams. Hey who's hungry? I was thinking of some Chinese?"