Great! I'd love to help you! And I will! I hope you can grow lots of things on it!

[Please accept this very aggressive assistance.]

I don't need any help getting out of here! [A beat.]

Okay! Maybe a little help! But I don't know how you're gonna do it, I weigh a literal ton.

[He tries to crawl forward, extending large bits of himself forward to pull the rest of his massive bulk along. He starts to get kind of a momentum going, at least. This is the weirdest, most awkward way of moving he's ever done and it's really a wonder he's managed not to start screaming again.]

Maybe I can pull myself outta here when we get to a trapdoor.