Jacob's reflection continued to raspberry at him. The reflection also added two hands beside its rocky head with the thumbs against its temples. The reflection also might have done a butt wiggle, but there was a definite distraction of more small cracks spreading across the glass.

Meanwhile, the voice came back. "Oh. It's not a tapeworm but a baby. Well... same thing really. Let me guess, the guy who thinks he's the father is one of the two simpletons locked outside?"

Directly beside Ryan, the sound of a chainsaw starting up played. The speaker that played the sound was well hidden.