Look, I gotta be honest with you, I haven't understood a single goddamn thing that's come outta your mouth since you and I started talkin'.

[But either way he's apparently satisfied that he won't like, die instantly if he tries it, and he can live with being slightly taller for five minutes if it ends up working. He doesn't want to bother taking the time to get water or anything, so he just takes one of the poorly crushed-up pill chunks dry.]

Don't I get money if this kills me? Ain't that how this science stuff works?