With a devious grin, the pants-less doppelganger pulled Perry in and sneered at him. It lipped something to the platypus with its standard silence, but it was said with enough venom it made its breath almost feel toxic. The shade toted the little monotreme towards a small compartment, opened it, and sat Perry inside. Taking a pants leg, it unraveled the platypus in a dizzying manner and slammed the compartment door on the poor oddly-colored mammal.

Foe defeated, the shade smirked. And then put its pants back on. Even a double has to have SOME dignity.