Don stole out into the yard, with a quick peek over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't been seen. He was sure, the way his father had talked, that this plant was going to be exterminated. The old man had been completely out of control and put to shame by this, this weed! That wasn't going to be tolerated.
Meanwhile, Don realized that this fabulous herb could make him a mint! Who had ever heard of such a thing as this? A plant that could make you shrink? And the sex it would give you... mind-blowing. Give people a hit of this stuff and who knows how much they'd pay. Yeah, ok, so SHRINKING was an inconvenient side-effect, but lots of people used drugs that could kill them. He was sure there would be plenty of takers. Why, this thing would make you feel so good that you'd let yourself be fucked by your own father! That was really unbelievable.
Don shook his head, whether it was to ward off the memory or the slight aroma that penetrated his protection, he wasn't sure. Carefully he grasped the base of the first plant he came to and tugged. He tugged and tugged. It didn't budge. Finally, putting his whole weight into it, he gave one heroic yank and stripped the leaves off the stalk. The shattered plant spilled its copious juices all over his gloves and jeans, but thankfully nothing touched his skin.
Annoyed, Don moved to the next plant over and tried again, this time careful to not slip. No good. He looked around furtively. He was running out of time; if he didn't act quickly, he would be discovered. "Come on, little plant." Don said, resetting his hands at its base. "If you don't let me take you out of here, they're going to kill you."
It was almost as if the plant had understood him. Don leaned in to yank the plant again, and after a second its entire root system released, and came up into the air -- perfectly in tact. Don quickly bagged his specimen and pulled up two or three more, each one coming up even more easily than the last.
Just when he was thinking of getting greedy, he heard the front door of the house slam. Someone was going out. It was time for Don to count his blessings and get back to campus. Quickly, climbed back through the window and stripped off the soiled garments -- keeping his nose-plug firmly in place. He grinned. His career in business was just getting started.