"Rope, bigger thing that can slap somebody senseless, whatever works. I'm flexible." Rocket gives Casey a look. "I ain't an expert in plant-ese, but I know ones that think don't like being poked with sticks much. So maybe put the stick away."

The plants, for their part, just hang on, aside from the swatted one. That one pops back up, flailing its tendrils madly as it opts to take cover behind Rocket.