"No. The rifle, as well as the pistol I showed you, are, to put it vulgarly, fakes. They wouldn't squirt water."
"I asked you a straight question, you should therefore give me at least the semblance of a straight answer. Come again."
"You heard me. Fakes."
"You mean they will not work? It will not work?"
Silence.
"Good Lord, you mean we're actually going to see Xenthl with truce in our white little hearts and not blow his headquarters to pieces? This is a real, honest-to-God truce mission?"
"In a manner of speaking, sort of."
"Then the explosion of the space-cruiser hull...?"
"Was faked."
"You tricked me!"