With Gus holding the pot and the plan in place, Mason moved into his colleague's office. The beeswax did its job for him, so he glanced sideways at Gus to make sure he was still upright. All set on that front, so Mason turned his attention back to the wailing mandrake on the floor.

Motioning for Gus to follow him, Mason could see the the squalling juvenile letting out its little ugly cry and he pulled a face. Shaking his head, Mason waved his hand to get Gus to come over, pointing down to put the pot on the floor. Mason opened the sack of soil in his hand so he was ready to toss more on top. Grabbing the mandrake by the top, he plunged it into the pot and started to hastily toss more dirt from the bag over the wailing plant, hoping to silence it sooner rather than later.