All intentions of attacking vanish when the real El Qualls unsynchs with his desperate plea. This is it. This is serious. They need all the help they can get.

Recalling the way Audrey had called to the moss before, Eddy reaches inside his hoodie where the funky snowglobe is still tucked away and shakes it urgently. "Fuck. Fuck. Do something." And he's gonna feel real silly if this summons a sno-cone.