Plunt: | Hope you're perennial, because your blooming period is over! |
Parsley: | At least I had one, you stinkhorn! |
Lanschi: | Hooold it! I think you need a plant health cure! |
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Plunt: | A what now? |
Lanschi: | Oh, I see you haven't heard about my special botany programme. |
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Lanschi: | Five simple steps will take your florescence to new heights! Y'see, all plants need soil to grow! |
Plunt: | Ow! Hey, what are you doing? |
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Lanschi: | And water! I use soda for this part. |
Plunt: | At least use diet soda, you spoon! |
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Lanschi: | And light! Lots of it! |
Plunt: | Not into my eyes, you twerp! |
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Lanschi: | And talking to! When was the last time you've felt really uncomfortable in public? |
Plunt: | Right now, you Freud wannabe! |
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Lanschi: | And the final, most important step... |
SFX: | CRACK! |
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Lanschi: | ...a little touch of the green thumb.
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