Pretty sure if we cut you open, you'd bleed spite instead of blood.

[Hector's eyes are darting everywhere, from the crops of mushrooms to the luminous mosses that line the walls. This is putting him in a great mood. There's so much data to collect here.]

It's a little like a candy. Or maybe I'm lying and they're awful. You'll never know.

[There's a lightness in Hector's step as he walks over to the first rows of mushrooms that can only be explained by mood-enhancing drugs.]