No, It's Time To Kick Latex Ass

You're still a bit distraught by your encounter, but Steve looks more determined than he has all night.

"If we're going to keep those things away from us, we'll have to be able to defend ourselves. We know oil works, so where do we go from here?"

"Well, I've got some jugs of oil in my garage," you suggest, "and we could probably use that." Steve gives an assenting nod, and the two of you rush to your house.

You manage to get there without issue and are soon digging out all the oil you can find. While you grab the jugs, Steve digs around a bit, soon producing a pair of water rifles and a couple of extra tanks for them. The two of you work fast to fill the tanks, leaving some extra oil that you then pour into some balloons you'd had leftover from a party you had for a friend a few weeks ago. It just takes a couple of belts to strap everything to yourself, and then you and Steve are armed and ready for the latex menace.

Steve, apparently the intelligent sort, rubs his brow thoughtfully. "Seems to me that we have two options. We could wait them out here since we have lots of extra oil and supplies. If we're lucky, they won't attack in broad daylight, so we might be safe when the night's out. On the other hand, we could go out and take the bastards down ourselves so that we don't need to spend the night worrying about it. Your call."

After giving it some serious thought, you come to a decision.