[Scrad's brow creases. And then he bursts out laughing. He nearly tips over in his glee. Charlie remains hovering in more or less the same place, but he whirls in Scrad's direction.]

What?

[He twists back towards House.]

What? It was shiny! I was gonna swipe it! ...I was a parrot!

[He twists toward Scrad again, and none of those turns have been back in the opposite direction, so his neck-stalk in its red pleather sleeve is beginning to resemble a Twizzler.]

Fuck you!