"this form is far too weak to deal with 'him'
perhaps if i join my fingers, move the main mout to the front and modify my legs. hopefully my jaws can do more damage than these useless, arms that can only 'slap' ".

shrimpbear looks on with puzzlement. his eyesight may be bad but the strange shifting of the blurred image in the distance causes him to worry.
the fingers join into one and the mouth begins its journey to the head.

the head comes to a stop. the muscles twist and tighten to accomodate the new weight and strain of the jaws. the new form is ready. soon it will charge.
Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.