The clock in question is actually one that I purchased in China. Painted on the clock face is an inspirational revolutionary scene depicting the proletariat rising up against the evil forces of capitalism. When the alarm rings, the fist of one of the cadres raises up and down, feverishly rallying his comrades to move forward in their struggle. It is a beautiful thing to see, not to mention loud.
The words coming out of Laura’s mouth aren’t really hers but mine. You should see the look she gets when she sees a baby. Her entire face just melts in pure ecstasy and she pretty much turns to goo. In other words, it’s really me who can hear her clock ticking, ’cause it’s so damn loud.