"Ooh, quite nice, it's quite knife to meet you too, you seem like a sharp indiviudal from what I've gleamed off of you already." Spirax said shooting finger guns.
"Also, glad to hear it, so what do you think of mine?" He asked, cackling madly as he flipped himself off of Hepo's back, grasping one of the many knife spikes that were growing out of him, ripping it out and flicking at him in a very skilled fashion.
For anyone who could remember what he looked like when they first saw him and we're watching, they'd notice that the spikes had grown exponentially since they last saw him, at least over a hundred now scattered across his form, fully grown and still growing ones included.
One arm nearly covered along with part of his chest, legs and even at least two visible ones growing out of the side of his head,