[Shifting his hand into a microphone, Jake taps it twice for affect.] Ahem. Please hold your applause until the end. Anyway--
[What happens over the course of the next minute is a whirlwind of shapeshifting greatest hits. It starts out with more creatures, their level off detail varying from form to form, before shifting to more intangible objects. One moment, Jake resembles a large ostrich. The next, a fuzzy little car with spinning wheels and what looks like a pretty cozy interior. Next, a decidedly less functional looking plane. Finally, things devolve into pure abstractions. Squares, circles, cubes, a swiss-cheese looking mess of holes and odd textures. Through it all, Jake's little dog face usually finds a good place to rest, staying mostly intact for all but the most outlandish transformations.
As he rotated through his mental rolodex of reliable shapes, Jake actually finds himself forgetting how weirded out he was. Heck, who didn't enjoy a little appreciation now and then?
He closes out with a finale; a rough approximation of the human in front of him. Leather jacket, dumb glasses, they were all represented. The subtlety of the features were still a work in progress, but Jake only just met the guy. Give him a week and it would be flawless. ... If you ignored the fact that it was made out of dogflesh, anyway. Dog-Newt's face twists a little, adjusting for accuracy, before Jake calls it a wash and simply replaces the other man's facial features with his own doggy ones. The glasses, though, they can stay.]
Howzat? [He adjusts his flesh glasses.] Pretty nifty, huh?
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[What happens over the course of the next minute is a whirlwind of shapeshifting greatest hits. It starts out with more creatures, their level off detail varying from form to form, before shifting to more intangible objects. One moment, Jake resembles a large ostrich. The next, a fuzzy little car with spinning wheels and what looks like a pretty cozy interior. Next, a decidedly less functional looking plane. Finally, things devolve into pure abstractions. Squares, circles, cubes, a swiss-cheese looking mess of holes and odd textures. Through it all, Jake's little dog face usually finds a good place to rest, staying mostly intact for all but the most outlandish transformations.
As he rotated through his mental rolodex of reliable shapes, Jake actually finds himself forgetting how weirded out he was. Heck, who didn't enjoy a little appreciation now and then?
He closes out with a finale; a rough approximation of the human in front of him. Leather jacket, dumb glasses, they were all represented. The subtlety of the features were still a work in progress, but Jake only just met the guy. Give him a week and it would be flawless. ... If you ignored the fact that it was made out of dogflesh, anyway. Dog-Newt's face twists a little, adjusting for accuracy, before Jake calls it a wash and simply replaces the other man's facial features with his own doggy ones. The glasses, though, they can stay.]
Howzat? [He adjusts his flesh glasses.] Pretty nifty, huh?