[Hearing another person's voice - an American voice - causes Wikus to jolt. Using whatever he could procure as a weapon, the beaten man wraps his relatively clean right hand around the nearest lampshade and holds it against him as a form of protection. He visibly shakes as he stares at the opposing man before him.]

Don't come any closer! I'll beat you over the fokin' head if you do!

[And now it was clear as day this man was hysterical, illustrated by the curses falling from his native South African tongue.]

_{Jesus, fok- bliksem!}