[Wow, maybe they see it with their hearts!!! And he has no idea where the fire is, but there should be fire somewhere. He's a master planner, okay!!! Don't ask too much of him; he's had it rough today.]

It isn't my fault you threw it so I couldn't catch it. This stupi-- [His words are cut off momentarily when a vine wraps around his head. He struggles and then bites through the plant, spitting it out.] -d thing is possessed!

[He flexes and presses against the vines, but that only serves to choke him and he eventually gives up, turning to growling at any leaves he sees creeping nearby.]

And no, I don't believe you. That sounds stupid.