"Oo-ooh," Stu sang, dancing from foot to foot with his fingers wiggling in the air. "He's counting. He's gonna ground you. He gets to cry later because he said he didn't want to hurt anyone, mommy's gonna believe him. Doesn't matter what he does. Script said he was a good person." He gave the nearest alien another urgent tap, pushing, "You're going to let him tell you what to do?"