Unless you want to feed it cookies for the rest of its days and yours, we'll just have to live with a dying alien plant on our consciences. Believe me, it wasn't exactly something you could reason with.

And no, we're not mentioning this again.

[Damn plant. He coughs a little, that odor still in his lungs. But in doing so, he notices VP stirring.]

I think VP's awake. You all right, boy?