["Good".]

Yes, that's it. Hold on, let me see if I can...

[Using the pitchfork, he'll scoop up the rope to deposit into his bucket. That part is easy. What's much harder is getting the eyeball, and, after a couple of awkward attempts to splash the pitchfork so that it comes closer... Zulf sighs.]

[He's starting to feel sick.]

Soren, can you get me the strainer...? I don't think I'm getting it any other way...

[He could use his hands, but, uh, fuck you]