Eddy's got an absurd amount of chains hanging from his waist that clatter as he moves, but there's only one bell on him. "Uh, yea–" he starts to fish the small talisman from his back pocket as Mary Grace and Fiona comb over their surroundings with various degrees of care. His words cut off abruptly when the phone.. begins to melt.

Shit fuck. That's definitely not supposed to be happening. After the rotten spaghetti monster, Eddy's not taking any chances and he grabs the can he'd just put back and chucks it across the room at the phone. Maybe Mary Grace has the right idea after all.