"I hope so," he replies. "But even if we can't, I'm more than happy now that I've found you. I promise I'll never leave this island without you again. You mean too much to me." He retracts his metal hand into his arm and allows it to be replaced with a wide nozzle. From that nozzle is fired a beam, blue in colour, that clings to the meat on the stick and holds it in the air for him. He brings it down close to his body and takes a bite without letting it touch the floor. His arm has certainly changed a lot since he designed it here five years ago.