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['Lo! A straggler appears. After showing up in New York with his brand new S.H.I.E.L.D. swipe card, he spends a good ten minutes trying to get Laura's claws to come out of his fists, in the chance that they've managed to swap places. No dice. Nothing out of his feet either. Damn. As JR S.]
Option one: something was in that beer that shouldn't have been
Option two: hotel fuckery.
Guessing two. Somewhat respectfully requesting lightsaber for spiderbot/alien invaded world.