"You're all clear kid, let's blow this thing and go home!"
"For the last time, I am not a 'kid'. I am a nine-hundred-and-seven-year-old Time Lord. And we're not going to blow it up--just send out a tiny electroprotonic pulse to take out its hyperspace capabilities."
"Sure, but my way sounded better."
"That is an excellent point, Chewbacca. The pulse will probably cause at least a small explosion right about... Oh. Solo?"
"You see? Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good sonic screwdriver at your side."