Oh jesus christ. Tim's shoulders jump to his ears at the sheer magnitude of the way the sound shivers through the air, like a tangible, physical thing. And it hurts.

Tim turns slowly, pivoting on his heel until he's back to facing Rick and the Ricks (or whatever the hell they're called) directly. His ears are still ringing. His jaw aches.

"You asshole," says Tim. Or he - tries to say. Jury's out on whether anyone actually hears it, because he sure as hell doesn't.

So he does what any reasonable, mature adult would do in recompense.

He starts Silencing every damn thing he can point his wand at.