Garrot just groans, and brings both hands to his face at the idea of being that kind of entertaining for people. He can crack jokes and do little acts but right now he's the butt of the joke that is himself and himself and himself and he's not a fan. The clone disappears in a puff of golden-bronze glitterdust as the hands are dragged down his face.

"But that's the thing, it's a problem!" There's a sharp exhale through his nose, and he snatches up another onion ring. "I'm already letting stupid shit slip out and making things awkward with people," and he will continue to do so, yikes, "and what if I can't stop it?!" A beat, and he looks terrified. "What if I accidentally spill our plan in the middle of a fight?!"

He's supposed to have his shit together, supposed to be the one helping people, and he has no clue what to do about this.