I'm... [ Does Poland really think he has some shit growing inside of him. ] I'm really not about to give birth to an alien. You don't have to worry about that of all things.

But, if you're concerned, you can do the honors. [ He gestures to the door, whose keyhole he's still fiddling with. He knows the answer to that question but it never huts to get the confirmation that he's the one about to dislocate his shoulder. ]