The longer Scott watches the mannikins, the more he doesn't like them.  They fall into the very bottom of the trough of the Uncanny Valley: human enough to provoke interest, alien enough to be disturbing.  Why would someone arrange them in such positions?  He feels a sudden, overwhelming urge to cut them down, or at least hack into them a bit with the axe.  And he probably would, if he could reach them.<br/><br/>Deacon's shouting interrupts him from his reverie.  Who is he talking to?  He goes to see what's going on in the office.