Or, IMO, the point could be argued that these days the audience has to be carefully spoon fed; any narrative has to have significant explosions, fights, or pop-up surprise cameo characters roughly every 6.8 minutes; even better if some gratuitous sexuality can be thrown in (tho so far in Mando, everyone except Boba has managed to keep their clothes on

, pretty remarkable these days) and the idea of carefully building a narrative is as quaint as gas at 1.20/gallon. No character can deviate from the vision in peoples' heads, so at this point the stoic, courageous Mando is certifiably a wimp for not twisting that stinger off, dragging that robo-critter to the cage, stabbing him, and then using his flames to blowtorch the cage to freedom.
Then he could bathe in the living waters Thor-style, have a vision of being King, and fly back to Bo-Katan "how you like me now? and by the way, I'm King and we're moving to Mandalore". The End.
And when people complain that Mando was stabbed by some robo-spider and had no reaction whatsover, Favreau goes - "well, Mando is like, the chosen one, so there".