Why would you tell me that!? Don't tell me these things!?

[W o w, Beckett, that was an information he did not need. That was an information that nobody, nowhere, ever needs. Flynn's face scrunches up with disgust and nausea and he makes a high-pitched, indignant and slightly hysterical sound in the back of his throat.]

I don't know because I don't ask my friends about their innards, it's not a thing that comes up in casual conversation!? Stop it!

[His vines shoot out, folding leaves at the tips and trying to keep Beckett's mouth shut.]

Enjoy yourself somewhere else!