Salvo reverts to robot mode and skids to a halt, sending up sparks as she does so.
"Well, d*mn," she says. "Looks like you got me."
"I got all sorts o' junk," Thrift repeats.
"Wait, did I already say that?"
Indeed, he did. There was an ancient sword whose blade appeared to phase in and out of reality at irregular intervals; a toy-looking gun decorated with flashing lights and a stubby, orange barrel; a larger, forearm mounted cannon that bore more than a passing resemblance to the Shoomer; a Dimensional Decimator with a jagged crack in its shell, and more.