A whirring sound happened in his gut.
Something strange was going on. It seemed as if his guts were starting to be rearranged, in a robotic manner.
'Shit,' he thought, 'probably should lay off of watching the Sci-Fi channel.'
he felt a sudden jolt as parts of him separated. In a flash, he had gained sophisticated ball bearing joints where his bends were, and saw he had become more robotic than a man.
This inspired him, and he began adding more and more sophistication to himself feeling complex gears forming inside of himself, hydraulic oil beginning to pump from an iron heart through heavy rubber tubes that were now his veins. His fingernails became metal plates, his hair became steel wire, his skin changed from warm flesh to cold, solid silver steel, he clicked and whirred as he moved, and found he could now focus and zoom his eyes as he pleased with sophisticated adjustable lens. When it was all done, a living moving clockwork man had replaced Joe. Though somehow still in his visage and figure, he resembled complete machinery instead of flesh, every piece of his frail human body approximated as gears, joints, springs, and steel skin.
Even his clothes had turned to solid metal.