Yeah, I've got another extremity that could move you. I was a large to-go cup. With hands. And an extremely sultry voice.
Actually, they were contact lenses that had the laser powers, and they're back in my home dimension. I could, however, spew some pretty wicked lime milkshake onto my enemies, thus slowing them down and disorienting them.
Testaburger? And you say MY name is weirdass. Well okay, Wendy, it's the only name I got. Anyway, normal names are for pussies and jackoff losers. I'd like to see anyone ELSE hold up to a name like mine. I carry my name damn well, thank you.