"Scraps!"

Oh, what joy. It turns out, even a sentient pile of goo can manage to scream herself hoarse. And she does so, pounding on Halftooth's shoulders with limp, splashy hooves, kicking, cursing, screaming because her son is being killed and somebody is going to die.

Ooooh, yes. Luminark is going to get it, but first? She has some new tin cans to fry.