Firefly Glen stop thinking about the bullets from my mouth

Broad head still cocked, Ikari drags his gaze upwards. "They help with pain?" He stops for a moment, as though thinking. "Could they get rid a' this headache of mine?" A sheepish expression spreads across his face, and if he could he would have certainly raised a paw to scratch at the back of his neck in embarassment. "Ya see, I uh, I kinda had a fight with a rock earlier and-" he shakes his head. "Nevermind, the details aren't important."