Wrong. [ Helpy honks his nose, making a buzzer sound. ]

You and I both know that if a haunted animatronic drops from the ceiling with a thirst for blood and charges at you in a blinding rage, you'd set it ablaze before it had a chance to screech.

[ and while that might be a point in her favour, that's still not the reason, so Mike gestures towards the folder again. ] Guess again.