Laughter. Thank god. That's much better. He doesn't even mind if it's still 30% at the expense of his balls. He's going to have to ask Sally for the pain killers later, he can just feel it.

"You hear that, Nutcracker?" Crichton pretends to shout at the goat, "You got my nuts but I got naming rights. How do you like that?"

He turns back to Jimmy, still wearing an oddly proud smile. "Well, with that introduction out of the way, can I give you a real hand? Where are you going with all these critters?"