Sinclair watches Jack, only mildly disgusted, and focuses his attention back on the trash can. It's about half full now and the flow is just starting to slow down. It looks like it was just big enough, that was lucky. A minute or two more and the flow is down to a trickle. Sinclair pulls the trash can away and lets the pipe fall to the ground.

"Alright, try that now. Maybe you'll get out of this operation with both arms after all."