... fruitcake.

*Sprout sighs, rubbing his temples in frustration* Look, I know shots aren't fun. But you know what happens if you don't get them? *he kneels down to her eye level* You'll get sick. Really sick. And then you'll feel even worse. *he glances at the clock on the wall* We're already late. The nurse is waiting.

Cosmo: I’m already sick, fool.