Shawn stumbles behind, clumsily. "That crawfish was laughing at me," he explains, his voice slightly hysterical. "Like that stupid youtube video we watched, remmeber? Horrible, little bastard."

He holds on to Gus' arm, he doesn't want to be alone in this chaos. He feels like his head is bursting with images of people suffering and he wonders if it might create some wicked overload, a short-circuit that makes him pass out and forget. It sounds tempting.

But karma is a bitch and Shawn doesn't have a good hand today.