Time for a new tactic. It's a bit of a risk, but so is being swallowed alive by someone's memories of quicksand.

"Hey," it's a new tone for Ritchie, one where he speaks exceptionally low. Unfortunately it fails drastically to replicate any kind of kind or empathetic case of human speech, which is what he is aiming for. Instead he just sounds choked, panicked and like the air let loose out of a helium balloon.

"Hey, buddy. I'm gonna need you to do me a favor. This-- whatever this place is... you're being a real drag about it. I don't know what your baggage or fascination with this all is, but you've gotta think about something else. Every leaf in this place is very impressionable, and apparently it's taken a liking to you."