Him. Make him come out faster. He's probably warm and comfy and being a lazy arse. Let me yell at him after your curry, followed by lots of drinks, a stern finger pointing at your balloon belly, until they decide that nowhere's really safe and they've no choice but to fall out of you.
Literal?
Yes, I'll run you a bath, Petal. You don't want your froofy things in the water, do you?