"I'm going as fast as I can, man, but I am literally the polar opposite of blind right now. Cut me a little slack." An irate voice echoes into the room from down the hall. "You could at least hold a guys hand or something. Though seriously, I kind of get why you'd stay at arms length."

A faceless grunt strides into the room, perhaps a bit faster than would be normal, before whistling. "Oh, that's it?" comes Shemps voice. "Thanks a lot man. I think I can handle it from here."

What steps into the room is unlike anything that had ever walked the Earth before. He was bulkier than before, his every limb covered with a hard, brightly colored shell. Greens, reds, and blues clashed and complimented, making him stand out like a Christmas tree in the middle of a graveyard. His back in particular was heavily armored, causing him to walk hunched over, and from his shoulder blades sprouted a long pair of limbs that ended in fan like appendages. These weren't the only new limbs on him, as three pairs of little clawed arms lay curled upon his bear chest. His hands were bulbous, his fingers and thumbs extending from the underside of what was basically a bowling ball. His face, though, armored, was still mostly human in its features, except for his eyes. His eyes bulged out from their sockets, covered in a clear glass-like, and in each one as he scanned the room it was clear that three pupils spun in each.

Cautiously, feeling his way in front of him with his hand, he made his way to the end of the table, grabbed something he couldn't tell what was, and popped it into his mouth.

Blueberries. That collection of color was blueberries, which mean that it was made of the colors that used to be blue. He was making progress. He lifted his eyes and searched for the colors that signified _Dickhead._

"Morning everybody. Oliver, Zain, could you raise your hands and just wiggle them around a bit. Just some movement, I'm good with movement right now."