The tingle through Bad Irving's body reshaped his clothes... made him older... taller... put him in a lab coat and goggles... who creates a man alive?
Dr. Frankenstein!
Jon had already absorbed enough weirdness for one lifetime, already.
"Oh, great... Dr. Frankenstein. Now we've got a magic stone, you've got four tits... and there's a mad scientist on the loose."
Karen, the stone lodged between her lower breasts- "Can this get any weirder?"
And as if to answer, the stone gave her four more arms and two more breasts.
Stuck between his would-be girlfriend looking something like a minor Buddhist deity and having powers of a major one... and Dr. Irving Frankenstein... Jon realized he really should've just stayed in bed that day...
Until Frankenstein walked up to him with a measuring tape and measured his head.
"Uh, what's that for?"
"Measurin'"
"Uh, yeah, I got that, that's generally what measuring tape's for."
"A-yup."
"I mean to say, what are you measuring my head for?"
"A wig."
"You... want my hair for a wig."
"Oh, oh no, m'boy, to put a wig ON you."
"Uh."
"Really tall frizzy hair with a white streak down the middle. It'll look good."
"Uh."
"It's for an experiment."
Jon just blinked and muttered: "Oh boy."
