Marcus gave Vash an arched eyebrow. "How about a screwdriver?" He knew all too well the experience of a table like that personally from his own run in with overzealous scientists intent on discovering the secret to his immortality. Given, there had been times through the ages where he volunteered hoping they could discover it and help him destroy it, but he doubted Vash had the same reasons.

"I might be able to take apart parts of it if I can dismantle some of the mounts." Since most of the table looked like it was sturdier than what a hammer can crack at, he doubted either of those items, jokingly said or not, would do it much damage.

"Let's hope it disappears on its own soon, because otherwise you're down one bed."