Don't believe in no-win scenarios

"Ah, netch-shit."

Jim knows swears in more languages than Stratos at least are like to think exist (Thor, Jim assumes, has been around the galactic block before being a space knowledgeable magic man/god) but because his brother in law is here, the bad words he's learned of Nirn are the first to be called into play. He can't gesture with his hands full of drink or he would be very rudely toward that innocuous looking hammer. He takes a sip of his own glass instead before setting them both back down on the seemingly immovable table.

The captain of the Enterprise leans forward and rests both palms flat against the table. He's not about to admit defeat yet. Jim's seen horrors from the darkest parts of the galaxy. One magic hammer of all things is not about to stop him.

"Okay. Oh...kay. Maybe. Maybe we're goin' about this th'wrong way. Hammer's magic, an' the table's also magic now he's put it in place with the hammer. We might not be able t'interfere directly with this circuit. It's a...s'a full unit now, yeah? Table under the same enchantment as th'hammer. How do we move either of them? ...Could I beam them somewhere else?"