[He ran his thumb over the grenade, his eyes focused on the shiny pink ooze that was clearly feeling around for something new and fleshy to attack. He fingered the pin, mentally calculating the range of a good throw and studying if there were any obvious areas that could benefit most from some shrapnel.

He didn't even glance when he had become the obvious body shield.] You don't know me well enough to like me or hate me. That will come soon though.

[His thumb caught and jerked the pin before he lobed the grenade with deadly accuracy into the deepest aspect of this thing. It came with a sweet blow-back of detonation. That thing had power, he would admit.]

A pear is a mild-tasting fruit. Grows on trees. You know what those are?