You are now Clubs Deuce. Clubs, rough her up. She remains tight-lipped, so you deal her a senseless shin-drubbing with your crook of felony. Oh the humanity. You can barely watch. She’s probably still using her special ability to slow time down for herself. She can’t feel a damn thing, and certainly isn’t saying anything. Apart from a very low noise which could be her saying “ow” very, very slowly.

Everybody out of the god damn way. I got a hat full of bomb, a fist full of penis, and a head full of empty!

You're pretty sure this oven doesn't actually work at all. You just wheel it off somewhere else in the mansion so it can explode in peace. 12 out of 15 Green Torsos dead. Probably some more clocks destroyed, too.