"Sure..." h e looks around, then grabs a fallen stalimite (Or whtever their called, the spikes that occur in caves) and walks over to teh giant. "This is for turning my head into cement." he says, slamming it into teh soft spot beneath his neck. "And this is for turning me into acid." He says slamming it into him again. "And for melting me..." he says, going off on a tangent on all the ways he had died at teh hands of the giant's drinks, accentuating each death with a thrust of his makeshift weapon