@ KavenBach:  "Ah... ow..." Tim winces.  "That kinda feels... really... unpleasant..." His body was well on its way to reconfirming your existence with a wide, wriggling midsection that only half-accurately reflected your ire over everything he'd done.  Sam was coming to and Sven had returned from whence he came, to provide Tim with the mass he needed to create a new body.  "KYAH!"  ><  "Santi, I already told you!  This is all about trust!  How can you expect me to reconstitute your body if you keep squirming and fighting!"  He takes a deep breath.<br/><br/>"Huh... gonna be a good half an hour to get a perfect copy of you, anyway." He continued to rub his stomach.  "Then we can talk about me letting you out.  Since I didn't hurt anybody, you know?"<br/><br/>Sam finally looked up.  "I'm very disappointed in you, Tim."<br/><br/>Tim puffed his cheeks and looked away cutely.  "I'm sorry I conked you, Sam."<br/><br/>"It's not just that.  You're never going to earn her trust like this."<br/><br/>"The best way TO earn someone's trust is to have them at your mercy and then show them you wouldn't hurt them!  She's coming out just fine!" He replies.<br/><br/>"And you came out just fine until you were dropped on your head." He shuts his eyes and lies back.  "Could you get me some Advil?" He looks over at Tim's immobile, growing form as he tried to stand up.  "You know what, don't worry about it, I'll get it."