[Blake tries to grab the thing and pull it off his head. It climbs freakishly quickly around his head and down right to the center of his back, where it clings to his shirt.]

[As Carter tries to get his arms to bend in the right way to reach it] Maybe he'd listen to something familiar. Try talking in a bad voiceover over somebody Japanese.

Thanks for the warning. How about some advice on how to get this thing to calm the hell down, if you're so smart? [Actually, yeah, that's good to know. Nobody wants the shit shocked out of them before they can get their shoes on.]