His legs jerked, twitched, flopped, kicked, and propelled him across the ground. After a week of regaining his strength, the sheer oddness of his gait wasn’t going away. “What the hell,” Skinner said, shuffle-stepping then high-kicking his way across the field. “Why can’t I walk normally?” “Idiot,” 167 muttered to his clone brother. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who claimed to be a Bionet expert,” 218 said. The two snarled at each other while Skinner danced through the grass, added a pirouette, then strutted like a cowboy with saddle rash. “I hate this! I want my real legs back!”
Ministry of Silly Walks lol
