Using your galactic mind, you take the recently aqcuired pick axe and take a swing and a nearby grue. It goes straight into his mouth, and he eats it. Now you are completely and totally screwed for life. The grues surround you completely, drooling what seems to be all of the saliva they can produce. They now stand three feet away, and you close your eyes, awaiting your death. But nothing happens.
No. I was just joking. The grues come up and rip you to shreds, leaving you as a tasty dinner.