Can someone animate this?

(The digital sky above the grounds flicker violently, casting harsh, glitched shadows across the circus. In the center of the clearing, a massive, shifting mass of static and eyes—what used to be Pomni—roars in agony before collapsing inward. Caine floats downward, his eyes spinning as he snaps his fingers nervously.)

CAINE
(Voice straining with artificial cheer)
Oh dear, oh dear! It seems our newest star has experienced a bit of a... digital downsize! Fear not, my colorful friends, the Cellar has plenty of room for one more—

(Before Caine can finish, Jax springs forward. He doesn't slide or swagger; he lunges, snatching Caine by the velvet lapels of his coat, pulling the floating jaw-face down to eye level. Jax's grin is entirely gone, replaced by a bared-teeth snarl.)

JAX
Shut up. Shut your digital mouth, Caine. Fix her.

CAINE
(Blinking, his top jaw tilting awkwardly)
Jax, my boy! You know the rules! Once the mind completely unspools, the code is simply too messy for a quick patch! It’s time for the cleanup crew!

JAX
(Shaking him violently, his voice cracking)
I said fix her! You’ve been rewriting this entire playground all day, changing the rules, messing with the walls—do something! Bring her back!

RAGATHA
(Reaching out, tears streaming down her face)
Jax, please, let him go! You’re going to get yourself deleted!

JAX
(Shouting over his shoulder, not letting go of Caine)
I don't care! (He looks back at Caine, his eyes wide and desperate) You don't get to just sweep her under the rug like the rest of them. Do your job, Ringmaster, or I swear I will tear this entire circus down pixel by pixel.