Oh, that got his attention. Nice.

He hesitates, looking at Tim, his creepy, dull expression, with bemusement. What, exactly, are they trying to do to him?

"Yeah, I'm not a fart," he says as the hand passes repeatedly through him. "Good luck with that."

Meanwhile, there's plenty more zombies where that came from, all starting to close in on Tim. Jay swats Tim back irritably and propels himself away, reaching for the nearest of several.