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Momentarily, the Special K had transformed the upper part of J’s body into a Lego man. He held the curved fingerless yellow hand to his face and laughed uncontrollably. Tiny yellow Lego blocks fell out of his mouth as he did so. He could barely see out of the solid black dots on his face. The harsh studio globes sitting on rods above his head began to melt. They dripped like a glowing hot white glass onto his shoulders. Jemima smiled and her tongue was a tubular garbage bag tied into sections with red string. A little hole burnt open at the end of the bag and a thin red tail poked through, flicking about. He grabbed the tiny tail, which broke off at the stump in his fingers. He lit up the tail and started smoking it. Tiny purple dots on it glowed as he inhaled. Jemima tilted her head and smiled. He eyes turned almond-shaped and reptilian. J’s head expanded to the size of the bridge, actors pushed against the wall in avoidance of potentially deadly nasal and ear hairs. His body detached from his head, the clean break at the neck like plasticine being pulled apart. From the soft neck stump grew a new head. It was a curved, moist train engine with Jemima’s reptilian eyes instead of lights. The little wheels fell of the train, rolled along the floor and started a commune.
“Interesting,” said the new head in a series of toots.
The old head was suspended in place by the walls of the set. In their cramped surroundings, the crew seemed nonplussed and went about their work. From out of the old head’s ears emerged sinewy mechanical arms. One was mounted with a saw and the other with a pair of pincers. The saw made a vertical cut above the nose of the old head. Blood spattered the walls of the set and the old face. A