Boy, if you can't chase off a frog with nothin' but sheer grit then that ain't a problem any of your fancy size pills can fix.

[He just gives Bunsen the most fuckin dead-eyed stare he can muster at the very concept of shrinking pills. Still, though, it's with a surprising amount of reluctance that he brushes the offer away entirely. Frankly he'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly interested in the first concept.]

Nah. Don't think we can even take pills, bein' plastic and what-not.

[And anyways, he'd bet all the money he doesn't have that Bunsen created them for giant-sized folks. He's not gonna take a goddamn bite out of a pill.]