[Rhys was innocently making pasta in his apartment for lunch. He turns around to bring the pot to the sink so he could drain it, but never made it on account of a giant reptilian eye staring him down from the window.]

Yaaaaaaa!

[He spills the boiling water all over.]

Aaaaaaaa! Ow ow ow ow!

[THERE IS NO ROOM FOR COHERENT THOUGHT WHEN THERE'S PANDEMONIUM AFOOT! So he's pretty much just freaking out.]