Weapons? Indubitably. Cease your ingress, naysaying deriders! Pikmin finds our homunculus hero, the diminutive Captain Olimar, marooned on an anomalous alien planet. Bereft of sufficient breathing supplies and with a ravaged skeleton of a spaceship, his only recourse is the Pikmin themselves. Could he have beseeched the gaming gods for a more formidable race of moron-slave-midgets? He could not.