Even in his massive form Bulk Lad could only look awkwardly confused at the command being put on him.  Horus had given the order, grab the worst weapon he could think of.  Why did he have to get a weapon?  Bulk Lad was under the impression, and it was a good one, that HE himself was the weapon.  Not a lot his ever found could hurt him like this.  Why did he need something on top of that?  Him fattened up and carrying a weapon just makes him attacking go from vicious to borderline illegal.

Somehow, even to Bulk Lad’s surprise, he reached the weapons first.  Maybe the others were just as confused where Horus was going with this?  Still looking at the long row of items Bulk Lad shrugged at them.  He’s never used anything like any of these things in his life.  Finally grabbing something Bulk Lad ran back to where he was standing.  In his hand was a very tiny in comparison police baton.  It barely fit in his large grasp.  “I uh... I got a stick...”  Bulk Lad could only meekly say aloud.