I'd say "challenge accepted", but I'm tired. So. Maybe some other time.

[He's not going to actually put any effort into thinking up good tentacle jokes, there's too much other weird bullshit to think about. Like Ben's blood pressure. He seems okay for now though, so Peter's not going to push the subject.]

I won't need to actually open it. There's scanners built in, all I have to do is hook that thing up to a computer and we're good to go.

[Now that the adrenaline's worn off though, Peter himself isn't really all that good to go. Turns out broken ribs fuckin' hurt. He tries a couple times to push himself up, but nah man. Nah. Too much ow.]

Uh. Can I get a hand up, man? Then we can take that mess down to my lab.