"Did he just call me? If I see him early, do I get to see him flustered? Will he hate me? Don't be mad. What are you doing here? No, no, no! Oh, come on, don't be mad. I am beyond mad! Oh! Run, for God's sake! What is happening? Timothy falls forwards onto his hands and knees, arching his back like a frightened cat. Nyah. He stills on the ground, and then he yawns and stretches. So sleepy. Nyah. You seem different. What? This? Does it upset you? Master. Huh? Oh no! Oh no! I'm going to eat him alive. You own the clock, don't you? That makes you Timmy's owner. Oh my God!"