[The dog-Newt raises his eyebrows in surprise, rounding person-Newt a few times in studious examination in a manner almost identical to earlier. Transformations were an art, okay -- body language counted.]

Dip, dude. You got a real freaky little picture book cookin'. [He rolls up his "sleeves" in the same manner, flesh depressing in vague replicated shapes. It wasn't even close to an exact proximation; more of an embossed impression. The fine details and colors were lost in translation.] That's gonna have to do, bro. Colors ain't really my strong suit.

[That Newt wanted him to become the monsters was lost on Jake. For the moment, at least. He could tell this guy was a little weirdo, but not how much of one.]