We suggested hospitalizing him to stabilize him and start treatment, but they accused us of exaggerating his symptoms and that we only wanted to hospitalize him so we could steal the liquid in his knees.
But you're still checking the pumpkin, when you remember, and it's still a discrete pumpkin. Then one day, you realize it's been a while since you checked the pumpkin, and you feel a pang of discomfort. 'I should really check that pumpkin', you say. And you check it and you realize it's no longer a pumpkin. It still looks like a perfectly wholesome pumpkin from the front, but there is a disquieting, spreading stain under it on the couch. And you know instantly what has gone wrong. It's no longer a pumpkin. It's an ecosystem with aims of colonizing new worlds, and new civilizations. Of boldly conquering what no pumpkin has conquered before. And you know that it's going to take a very large amount of soul-searching and cleansing with fire and recriminations and exclamations of 'what the fuck is wrong with me!' before you defeat the pumpkin...'s horrifying remains.