( My friend, you have come to the right place if you wanna see an entertaining process. He holds up a hand — one second — gotta put his care package down for maximum effect. Pardon me fellows, just gonna lean over and drop it on a nearby surface.

Then comes the exaggerated preparation phase, including cracking his neck, shaking out his arms, pushing up his sleeves — not that he has any, he's wearing short sleeves, so he's pushing up absolutely nothing. )

Second born. No taksie-backsies, we're in a verbal contract now.

( Pleasantly stated as he reaches for the glasses. )

So, the trick here is really the magic words. There's a very special ritual chant...

( Glasses in left palm. Right palm empty. Chest glowing blue. Here we go-- )

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba...

( Annnd a second pair neatly weaves itself into existence, identical in every way. He holds them both out looking way too satisfied with himself. )