Ooooh, ya know. [ obviously, he doesn't if he needed to ask. ] You're just going on about your day, being your Silco self, and then... —

[ jinx snaps her fingers to indicate the sudden transition to the wacko mode. ]

— everything goes black. The next time you wake up, you'll have a scalpel and thread with your hands covered in blood. You look down, and see there's MORE blood of the people who frustrated you all into pieces, but sewn together. A nose on a cheek, a foot on a back, eyeballs in jars, the whole works!!