"What?"

"What?" You ask, obviously confused as to what he means.

For a second, Sam looks like he's going to be angry, but then he patiently explains, "Cum. Go in the other room, rub one out into the container, cap it, and then we can go. We aren't leaving this house until you have a fresh containter of cure on hand."

Gesturing for you to go somewhere else with the containter, "Fill it." He repeats.