Woah. Hey. That sure is a big, hairy thing coming crashing through the bushes at them. Something kind of cuts through Zed's vodka fog to let him know that he should probably maybe possibly do something, maybe. There's another hasty "why are my powers not working, come on" gesture at it, but there is no time to wonder why that still isn't working.

But at least he scrambles to his feet, even if he's still kind of wobbly with it. He also decides to help once he sees the gun slam into the yeti's face, and he hurls his bottle of vodka at it.

Sure, he's aiming with the aim of a profoundly drunk man, but it's the thought that counts. He's helping!