... fruitcake.

*pulls out a small box, opening it to reveal a simple silver ring* We've been through so much together... from that ridiculous escape attempt to now. *voice trembling* I can't imagine my life without you in it. So... *looks up at you with hopeful eyes* will you marry me?

*scoffs* Still complaining about 'synthetic environments.' *rolls eyes* Dude needs to touch grass or something.

{Sprout}: *grabs cosmo* "let go of the bars." {Cosmo}: "but i dont wamna get my shot!!" {Sprout}: "well too bad!!" (your cosmo)

noo *whines*

{Sprout}: "cosmo you are getting this shot whether you like it or not!!" *sprout pulls out a syringe*

*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.