Jakob blinked in pouty confusion, his limbs akimbo like a Stretch Armstrong doll that had been tied to the back of a car bumper and then stretched until even his formidable powers of stretchiness were exceeded, revealing the viscous corn syrup within.
“What strange mockery is this?” he cried? “Truly I would betray myself if I denied the passing oddity of this transformation!”
“Can other parts of you stretch?” Bela asked with newfound respect.
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