"These fine folks here were just questioning the sincerity of my challenge race." Bob reaches out with one arm, and a coin appears in his hand. He flips it into the air. "Now, I don't really like it when people question me. I'm a very honest person." Bob catches the coin. Tails. Shame. He gestures, and Yang explodes, blood and gore raining down over the group. "Well, that was fun." Bob then reaches out, and pulls Yang out of a fold in space-time where he'd stored the poor fellow for a second. "Now, does anyone have anything else to question about me? I can assure you all of my sincerity." Bob gives a relatively convincing smile, patting the shocked by unharmed Yang on the head lightly as he magically removed the blood stains from his suit.