"It's easy," Craig insisted, grinning at me as I gaped at him. He already had two left arms, created, it seemed, by a mere flick of the wrist.

I shook my own left arm around ineffectually. "I, uh, can't seem to get the hang of it."

Craig laughed. "I couldn't at first, either, but then I sneezed in the middle of trying and suddenly found myself with six arms. Here," he said, raising his lone right arm up, "bring one hand up and hold it there, and then all of a sudden, swing your arm down quickly, but also fight the motion, just like you're trying to stop a sneeze." Craig screwed up his face like he'd just inhaled a shaker-full of pepper, and then suddenly swung his right arm down with a shout—and his other right arm was still raised!

"See?" he said, holding out his four hands, palms upward, for me to inspect. "It's easy."

I broke into a huge grin, and, a couple of fake sneezes later, I was tearing his shirt off with my four hands while he sneezed on a second pair of legs....