"get the fuck out of my way you fuckin' plant... AH FUCK, now I got sticky shit all over my shirt and I gotta change. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE FALLING OVER STAND THE FU- oh shit, hydroton everywhere. Fuck you hydroton. Ok, fixed you up... where's my fucking pH meter? Fuck. NO FUCKING DOGS IN THE GROWROOM GET YOUR SNOUT OUT OF HERE- there it is. Fuck, phone's fucking ringing... 'What? Can't talk, music too loud, call you back in five minutes.' FUCK MY PHONES STICKING TO MY HANDS. Where the fuck are my gloves? Good thing I had the music on, they probably couldn't hear the fans. I really gotta stop doing this shit... turn off my phone at least... remember to watch my flailing arms, stop knocking shit over. *crunch* *crunch* fucking hydroton, man... FUCKING DOG WHAT THE F- where the fuck is that meter? Oh, there it is, in my pocket. *crunch* Jesus christ why am I talking to a reservoir? *CRRRUUUNCH"
Sure I talk to my plants. It's the most balanced part of my day.