[He's stopped smashing the lamp and had turned to trying to pull apart the bedding, throwing the pillows and mattresses. Walter looks up and his lip curls back in a sneer.]

Something bad has already happened or are you unaware of the viper they've placed among our midsts?

[He continues throwing things across the room, ripping open pillows and throwing the feathers everywhere.]

They're going to "make us better." HAH! More like stick probes into our brains and scramble what's in there to suit their needs!