Shamus thought about the situation in front of him quickly, before coming up with a plan. This thing seemed to be some sort of gelatinous monster, so he could defeat by splittng it up. "Hey beast-o-burden, what is your opinion on explosives?" Shamus said with a grin, as he pulled out his last bottle of whisky, duct tape, and another box of shells. "You look like an "explosive" type of guy."