[He chuckles at that as the door opens and he walks them inside. Really, Casey on his back is like a pillow with how light he feels.] Good try. Keep practicing and you'll get his voice down. A little higher up in the back of the throat.

[But he walks past the sun lamps and plant beds, the counters with seeds Donnie is clearly still working on. No, he goes straight to the real final work bench where Donnie does most of the work. And there are several sealed jars with labels.]

Think these are it?