I just use my throat-crushing deathgrip and lift it out using both muscle and pure brawn.
'Kilgore Trout once wrote a short story which was a dialogue between two pieces of yeast. They were discussing the possible purposes of life as they ate sugar and suffocated in their own excrement. Because of their limited intelligence, they never came close to guessing that they were making champagne.'
—Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions