Jim helplessly sat in the closet thinking to himself as the minutes went by feeling more like hours. He was still waiting for Rick to pop back right in front of him and yell out "Gotcha", but it seemed that he was telling the truth about having to go take some final exam from his warlock professor.
"God, this is so boring," thought Jim, "I wish that I had my Nintendo DS and some hands to play it with. Rick is going to owe me big time when this is all over." But at that moment, Jim's thoughts of revenge were interrupted when he felt his right arm (or the mass of clay that it now was) move slightly as he imagined himself playing his DS.
"Did I just move," wondered Jim. He remembered that he could still move right after Rick completed the spell and before he was rolled up into a ball. Maybe he could still move around, even in this form. It just might take more effort than usual.
With this in mind, Jim concentrated on reshaping his arms and legs around to see what dedgree of control he had. He continued to concentrate until suddenly he felt them break free from his malleable body.
"Gobt ibt," mumbled Jim through his distorted lips. He realized that he had to think in terms of mentally sculpting his body into the shape that he wanted it instead of thinking in terms of simple movement through moving his muscles around.
Jim continued with this slow and arduous routine until his legs split apart and lengthened out. Using his now free arms and legs, Jim got up and stood in the middle of the closet, concentrating on returning his body to it's previous shape. In less than two seconds his flattened head returned to its previous oval shape and the rest of his malformed features corrected themselves to their rightful shape and proportions.
Jim triumphantly walked out of the closet and over to Rick's mirror for a quick inspection.
"Well, everything looks alright," said Jim, taking comfort in the fact that his words were clearly stated, "and I got rid of that damn speech impediment, too."
Jim continued to look himself over (even taking a peek down the front of his pants to make sure that his "bits and pieces" were ok) until he was satisfied that he was back to normal.
"Well, I'm still Clayman but at least I can move around again." Jim looked at himself in the mirror one last time as he prepared himself for what he was about to do. "I can't believe that I am about to do this. I spent the last 15 minutes getting myself back to my normal shape and now I'm about to test out my 'self sculpting' ability to see what else I can mold myself into."
