What are you on about, wee man? [ Zoidberg is already making enemies. Evan crosses his arms and gestures idly with his gun-arm, deciding to write it off. ]

Something's up. [ He points his gun at a mailbox, and it does successfully turn into glass and subsequently shatter apart. ] See, it still works. Planet Earth's calling, aye, and it says something aroond here smells fishy besides our friend over there.

[ He cocks his thumb at Zoidberg. ]

They could do it, if they wanted to.