Bob realizes that his tight-knit group of poachers is beginning to unravel as Stu and Phil begin to distance themselves (probably so that if the authorities come upon the chewed up body of Mark Trail, they can go into their carefully rehearsed story of how Bob is a mad man and made them leave Mark to the alligators after Bob struck him with a shovel, and they really didn't want to leave Mark, but they feared for their lives because Bob has quite a temper). As the three putter away, the plants try to revive Mark by either tickling him or shaking him (I'm not sure which), but I don't know how effective they're going to be. I think a tree branch or something would have to fall to get him to wake up and then they'd run the risk of accidentally hitting Mark. Maybe he'll just wake up on his own. (Maybe that's all we can hope for.)
Finally realizing that he might have fallen in with the wrong crowd, Bob bids Phil and Stu adieu, waiting for a couple of seconds (or at least until they've gone around the bend of the river/swamp) before he jumps into his own boat, intent on keeping Mark from becoming alligator chow. Go Bob, Go! I hope you remembered to put gas in the engine (if that thing even has an engine), or it's going to be a low row back to where you left Mark. I guess we should all be thankful that the Jack Elrod Ball has reappeared on your shoulder, giving you the strength you need to stand up to peer pressure (even though you pretty much already gave in to it, but hey, you're trying, you're trying).
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