A few more moments of glaring at the ridiculous man-goat-fish before him, before Emet-Selch has to grudgingly admit that they seem to have as little idea about what's going on as he does.

"...At least you have the means to turn yourself back." He shoots a wary look at his twin, who looks quite tired by all this already. "How do I get rid of you?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," they say with a shrug. "Why not try touching each other again?"

"And risk multiplying even further?" he snaps back.