Baz gurgles and shifts, his arm twitching slightly as it breaks down, the chromium arm succumbing to the digestive juices. It disintegrates as if it were normal flesh, breaking up with a few odd sounds.<br/><br/>About a minute later, Baz walks into the room, holding his arm. He waves, a little off-balance, and his fur looks damp. He sits down, sparks a cigar, and shakes his head to clear it, coughing.<br/><br/>"Whhhaaaaat a rush!" he declares