1: Ikal has his gun out, pointing forward. He is confused, angry, and afraid.

Ikal: What the tarnation is that thing?!

2: The screaming, frozen idol, is illuminated by lanterns.

Lizard (off-screen): [????]

Hedgeworth (off-screen): Sir, please, put the weapon down.

3: Hedgeworth is speaking. Two arms outstretched, the others clasping together in a pacifying gesture.

Hedgeworth: This is the sample, Mr. Tinalto. This is the cure.