It stands, slowly. Something seems to have gone strange in the regeneration of its head, and it talks, continuously, in a jumbled, meaningless mismash of all your voices at once, getting steadily louder.
DANIEL: “Yeesh, it’s getting creepier.”
BONNIE: “See, Omar, if you’d asked us rather than running in, all explosions and stuff, I’d have told you that the thing’s got the same powers as me!”
OMAR: “Okay, fine, I was too hasty, I’ll try again.”