[Morph gives him a doubtful look,] Uh, maybe? Believe it or not, I don't make it a habit to lose arms or legs.

[They had been splattered apart before, but that was different - Morph was capable of reforming as long as their goo hadn't gotten too far away from them. But they had also been able to give samples without too much trouble, as long as the sample was contained in some way.]

Are you saying you think that it's dangerous to be sticking our arms in that thing?