Spamton doesn't respond. The laughter gets more erratic and gradually covered in static. The lightning takes out some lights, and leaves burnt marks where it hits the walls, floor, and shelves.

Suddenly, he's hit by one of the undamaged books - a spell in some way, strong enough to knock him onto the floor, hard. His body glitches and twitches, his glasses-eyes--turning into static.

"..............help." A quiet voice comes from the twitching body. "Someone."