[Two pairs of eyes stare uncomprehendingly back at him. Charlie snakes his head around and presses an ear against their chest.]

Nope. Still tickin'.

[A light bulb goes off over Scrad's head. Unfortunately, it's in a completely inappropriate lamp.]

This is a trick, isn't it? You want us to come down there, so you can pin the whole thing on us. Well we're onto you!