[It makes a sort of 'smap' noise when King lets go, not unlike a rubber band hitting against a hard, flat surface. His face settles instantly--and it's like King hadn't even pulled on his face in the first place.

He waves a hand, grinning mad at the other.]

Nope! It doesn't hurt at all! Every part of me is made out of rubber, even my bones and teeth. [You shouldn't think about that too hard.]

And that's easy! I can do all sorts of things with it, like reflect cannonballs, send myself flying, punch a guy from ten feet away--

[Oh!]

And reach things from far away, like if one of your crewmates is hogging all the good parts of dinner.