[Warehouse 89]

Simon grunts.

Thrashes.

Is generally unhappy about what's going on here.

His hair suddenly gets quite a bit more spiky than it was previously, as a riot of colors fill it. Not rainbow, oh no. Nothing so orderly. More like splatter paint meets tie dye. He also grows a number of rocky, jagged growths on his shoulders but they're pretty small and can't be seen under his shirt.

After a few minutes of writing about he falls slack, panting.

"Did... did it work?" Simon huffs.

"Your hair is very pretty I am thinking," Petrov comments.

Well!

He didn't explode or die.

So that must be a good thing, right?