"It's the principle of it. At least you just burst me this time instead of vaporizing... takes a lot of frozen yogurt to replace that much biomass." Alternate Jack whistles, calling to his arm, tossed to another corner of the kitchen. "Oi! Here boy, this way."
The arm shudders, then spasms to life, crawling across the kitchen to the head. It grabs it at the neck, and.. the head slithers across the kitchen like a nagha, rejoining the rest of his body. "Does get the kinks out, though..." he comments, rolling his neck from side to side. He shoots out a few weblines to grab his stray bits, subsuming them back into his form. "Ah... there we go."
Native Jack dives out of the way of the next bolt. "Stop that!" There's some panic in his voice. "I... I don't know if I can do that.." He looks at his double, still horror-stricken.
"What? Professor Mom never taught you? Man, what have you even been doing around here?"
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