Justin swayed back and forth as if in a drunken haze, his mind being reshaped to Jester Lord's design. The dark clown gleefully fixated himself on his archenemy's predicament, but was suddenly caught off guard by an invisible wall as he walked up to his prey.
Thrown for a loop he spun round to see that his newest addition leaning casually on an imaginary object, brushing the back of his hand on his chest in an arrogant fashion. Marek had realised quite quickly that although his speedy footwork was gone, his mental processes were still just as lively and had managed to get his new powers under control.
Taking advantage of the clown's confusion, he grabbed his invisible object by the handle and mocked being unable to lift it. With one quick heave he threw the imaginary object at the dazed villain, who was knock over and trapped under it.
Marek had to slowly work his way to the younger clown given his comedy gait. Luckily Jester Lord was still struggling like an upturned beetle. The black metallic vial was already half empty as Marek pulled the strange pistol from the rubbery subordinate's lips only too have lips stretch with the gun. It finally gave with a pop and the gun and the vial flew out of his hand. MArek took no notice of where the gun landed preferring to focus his attention on the little clown. He still could not believe that this slim waif of a child was really his best friend Justin.
He wanted to call out his name but his silence was still play. Justin was slowly coming out of his haze as his swaying steadied to a more balanced stance. He shook off the last of the blurriness and found that he could move on his own accord. This was the opportunity he needed to remove the propeller cap but without his super strength, the cap stayed fast to his slick yellow solid blob of a quiff, he gave it a second tug and managed to pull the propeller off. Justin threw the helical device with disgust, suddenly realising that his face could show more than just a stupidly large grin. He looked on to his silent saviour, he knew that he should recognise him but whatever black substance managed to find it's way to his mind had fogged that area of his memories completely.
"Thanks M...!" it was on the tip of his tongue.."M..." but all he could think was "Master Mime!"
Marek looked back in shock (an overly exaggerated look of shock) but they didn't have time to exchange much thought as they turned to see a very, very angry evil clown, a side of him that is rarely seen. "You 'ave made me veeeeeeery mad!" and rampaged toward them without his usual finesse.