Joseph's eyes pop wide open as he turns back to face the truck. "Well... dear me... that's not right at all...."  He fights off the urge to go and panic, as well as the vague voice whispering in the back in the head telling him that he's going insane.  Instead turning his attention to the portion of his brain that holds his vast stores of arcane lore.  He chews softly on his lower lip, seeing if he can recall any text that details a good, reliable method for destroying such things as he is currently facing.<br/><br/>((Knowledge/Arcane Lore - :roll 1d20+12: [18]))