Time shenanigans are your powers, man. [You want to erase two minutes of shame, it's on you. All Dirk can do is suck your soul out. Which, as far as solutions to embarrassment go, is probably even more extreme than decapitation.

A little whirring noise appears to be the droid's vocalization of its consideration. A click.] I am Wiz! Wiz in the biz! Would you care for orange fizz?

[With a smile, Dirk pats the bot.] Not until we work on your interpretation skills, Wiz. [He glances at Dave.] Nice choice. Based on that frame of reference, I think our new friend here is going to need a paint job after the hardware fixes are done. Some of the plants out there should make a suitable base for the pigment.