[Okay he needs to get a handle on this before he lies outright and these flowers choke him to death. He clears his throat needlessly, which at least just looks like he's sick, and spreads his palms towards Chip.]
I-- yes, I could try, but I cannot promise any kind of result at this time. I, I don't want to disappoint you, so... please, keep reasonable expectations on the whole thing. But I could, possibly, as long as you don't uhm-- well, don't die here of course.
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I-- yes, I could try, but I cannot promise any kind of result at this time. I, I don't want to disappoint you, so... please, keep reasonable expectations on the whole thing. But I could, possibly, as long as you don't uhm-- well, don't die here of course.