[Sieghart pockets the seed packets. What a disaster. He watches the plants wiggle and thrash about, sighs, and crouches down at the edge of the garden. A weed in front of him sits peacefully in the dirt, waiting.]
Just pull them out.
[He reaches down with dread, knowing that already tedious work will only become more tedious. He catches the weed below in a vice grip. It begins to thrash wildly, slapping his hand this and that way and lengthening to slap some more of him, when he gives it a harsh yank. The dirt cracks around its body, and the plant renews its fight by slapping his face silly. Sieghart gives it another yank before tossing it over his shoulder.]
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Just pull them out.
[He reaches down with dread, knowing that already tedious work will only become more tedious. He catches the weed below in a vice grip. It begins to thrash wildly, slapping his hand this and that way and lengthening to slap some more of him, when he gives it a harsh yank. The dirt cracks around its body, and the plant renews its fight by slapping his face silly. Sieghart gives it another yank before tossing it over his shoulder.]