"Hmm, that won't work, darlin'," Trish declared, walking up behind Seras and spanking her playfully on the rump.  "If it was that easy, the gal inside would've done it herself.  Hang on... ladies?  Bobbie...?"<br/><br/>The muscular woman stepped up.  She seemed just a little out of breath, as she had just hurried up.  Her hands were sticky with goop... she'd just had some scoops of the ooze in the Penus WomanTraps.  She looked energized, ready to get to work.  Without being told, she stepped up to the PitcherPlant, grabbed a spear from one of the other women, and jammed the sharp tip of it between the lid and the rim of the pitcher.  She braced her legs against the side and forced, grunting, those muscles straining.  Slowly, the top began to lift a bit, enough for other spears to be shoved in.  They all forced, and opened the lid enough that Seras could, with some difficulty, squeeze inside at least half-way.  She shouldn't need to go in more than that... just enough to grab the person inside and pull them out.<br/><br/>"Okay, Seras, that's probably the best you're gonna get," Trish declared.