The Emet-doll immediately flails its arms at Zidane. No hair ruffling!!

"Do I look like the sort to enjoy hide and seek?" the real one asks tiredly. He's somewhat relieved though. Fighting one mimic had been taxing enough. The sooner they get this over with, the sooner he can go home and sleep.

"Bring it here so we can hand them over. I am ready to quit this place."