[Hank huffs, amused, watching him step on that flower.]

Not on me. Not so hot on keeping those things alive now, huh?

[So he was trying to snoop a little earlier, when he stopped Hank from squishing that one. It wasn't 'not liking it when people kill plants', it was 'not minding taking advantage of the situation'. It's the first real thing Hank thinks he's learned about this particular robot, and he notes it.]

How about we start with squashing the rest of em, give us some time to figure these fucking vines out without getting interrupted by bullshit? Oh uh, shit, I got a dog around here somewhere, it takes a while to get him to play but if you could get him to pull on these vines I bet he could take them down. Sumo! Hey! Where'd you go off to, buddy?

[He hears a deep bark from behind him, and smiles a little. Good. Sumo's not far.]

You know much about dogs and stuff? Do you think you could get him hyped up on your own?