[He wants to yell that he doesn't give a damn about equations, he just wants to argue about what is and isn't a real fruit, but he doesn't get the chance because however shitty Bunsen is at predicting side effects he's pretty good at predicting timing.
The change isn't... wildly drastic, he's not Larry-sized or anything (he genuinely thinks he wouldn't have been able to handle that) but it's still more than slightly disorienting and hey he should probably get off the table because he actually feels slightly dizzy-- but first he kind of stares at his hands in order to avoid looking at anything around him, and then looks frankly at Bunsen.]
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The change isn't... wildly drastic, he's not Larry-sized or anything (he genuinely thinks he wouldn't have been able to handle that) but it's still more than slightly disorienting and hey he should probably get off the table because he actually feels slightly dizzy-- but first he kind of stares at his hands in order to avoid looking at anything around him, and then looks frankly at Bunsen.]
Kinda hate this.