[Stone surveys the field with what looks like mild impatience, hands on his hips.]

Or I could just pluck all the rocks up and throw them across the wall. It wouldn't take long.

[Wanna get your mind blown, Mary? Your partner might currently look like a tall, gangly old man with skin as gray as his hair and one blind eye, but give him an excuse, and he'll turn into something else entirely. Something much bigger. Clearing a field of rocks sounds like a good excuse, to him.]