The Bob clone smiles. "Fantastic. I read your minds, by the way." He smiles as they admire his handiwork. Although it had technically been the OTHER Bob that had caused the explosion, they were two sides of the same coin, and thus he considered it a mutual act. And if there was one thing Bob loved doing, it was impressing people. It helped inflate his quite sizable ego, which needed a daily dose of awe to keep healthy. "I'll send this Megatron right your way." As Bob said this, he reached out, his hand passing through the dimensional barrier, and grabbed Megatron. He then pulled the massive Cybertronian into this realm, dropping him off as he materialized. "I hope you two have fun together, I have a pesky mortal to bully around." With a wave and a smile, Bob disappears.
The two Bobs float next to each other. While their appearance varies from a morphing chaotic glob to a pink giant robot with a skull for a head, their essences are the same. A perfect split, the same quantities of each element present in each of the two copies. The two glow, as they form together before Sparda's eyes. They become a glowing orb, which slowly coalesces into a human figure. A swordsman, wielding a keyblade, with a hole filled with hissing snakes where his heart should be. He wears ragged robes, and the Fairy Tail mark shines brightly on his exposed left shoulder, a shoulder plate obscuring the right. The armor is jet black, and the keyblade he wields is a long, wicked looking contraption, radiating it's own power.The new Bob stands proud, a mockery of Bob's old friend and enemy.
"Ah, whole again. Beautiful. A little shard is missing though...." Bob hesitates, then decides to let the Wraith be. It won't be long before either it or Captain Marvel falls, and in either case it would be interesting to see the conclusion of the fight. "I'll fight you, but like I said before, I find the whole thing rather boring. As such, would you be interested in some additional rules to keep thngs interesting?" Five extra arms hold up a deck of cards, a baseball bat, a permanent marker, and an ancient artifact of destruction from a far away land. God only knows what rules he's planning on adding, but it looks painful.