I’ll take bat for a bullet.

Bluegrass.

Now, by the planet Mars, you have chosen the most unearthly bullet in the whole menagerie of animal nouns.

Fopdoodle [to Tom].

I’ve got it. I now turn to U for my gunpowder.

Tom.

Master, I have no gunpowder.

Fopdoodle.

You unlettered utensil, you! The letter U.

Scythe.