In their efforts to contain the Deepwater oil disaster, BP has so far tried a cement underwater containment dome, a million gallons of sludgey mud, several thousand gallons of unregulated toxic oil-breaking-upping chemicals, and robot submarines. None of them have worked.
But I bet the giant oil-eating dragon will do the trick.
I have to say, I was a tad disappointed that the David Wenham who slid through goose poop in pursuit of a kickball catch was not our David Wenham. But I think he does have that same level of commitment, focus, and dedication to his craft. Directors haven't asked him to slide through waterfowl flop (yet), but he has endured plenty of weird and uncomfortable situations with good grace while filming. I seem to recall he had to slather his legs with meat tenderizer, or something, during the filming of "Crocodile Hunter" so the guard dogs would go after him with conviction. There's also been heat, flies, makeup, helicopters, freezing water, and plastic Stay-Puft Marshmallow Armor, to name a few.
I once spent two hours sitting in duck poop at a local park just so I could get a promotional "Apollo" candy bar (as seen in Lost). I really, really wanted that bar. Love bears all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love is patient. Love does not worry about avian-flu-coated grass.
If it came to it, I'd pick my way through a minefield of horse apples just to see Pope Joan.