The voice was unfamiliar, but without context, what Al could hear brought him to only one conclusion: probably an Envy, quite possibly that one. The game controller was rapidly abandoned as he leapt over the sofa and bolted to the office door, ready to send a half dozen ground spikes up through whoever was doing the yelling.
Okay, so maybe the first couple spikes wouldn't make contact, but hopefully whoever posed the threat would attempt to return the volley, and in doing so, open them up for other spikes to pin them to the ceiling like an interesting insect.