[He shrugs.] Dunno. Tried blowin' it up, set it on fire, nothin' takes. Jus' sits there an' rolls over after a minute.

[Another drag on the cigarette. Someday, he's going to find a way to get rid of this thing. He just hasn't figured it out yet. His sarcasm levels steadily rise as he adds:]

The bon chirurgien LeBlanc seems to t'ink I got me a new pet.