Pffuggah! [Blake spits out water.] Mouthy little bastard.

[Thanks a lot, Kenny. The thing was settling down some, but at the word dissection it lets out a squawk of alarm and thrashes in his hand.] Christ, calm down, nobody's dissecting anybody.

[it takes some work to hold onto the thing, but it calms down some. Blake adds, after some thought:]

And if it was you, it wouldn't be a science project, it'd be for lobster rolls- Fuck! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!