Ilsa: . . . hrnf.

Timothy: Aaaaugh . . . !

[THUMP.]

[sniff]

Sparrow: Timothy! Did she get your —

Timothy: Not the eye! Feels like just about everything else, though . . . Is she — nngh — What did you do??

Ilsa: zzzzzzzzz…

Sparrow: Well, uh . . . basically . . .

I put her in sleep mode.

Kara Lynn: — uck!