Now that's about eight kinds of wacky.

Doc MacTaggart is a genius. This we knew. It isn't the wacky bit.

The wacky bit is, the genius thing she did tonight was figure out how my powers work. Kitty, Forge, you'll both be very happy to know I'm not creating matter out of nothing. I am, in fact, bringing ectoplasm off the astral plane (or somewhere else there's ectoplasm) and organizing it into perfect copies of myself down to the atomic level. Which is pretty clever of me considering I have no idea how I do it.

Oh, yeah, and apparently at some point my regular-matter body got replaced by an ectoplasm one. Doug, quiet down, you can make all the jokes you want in the morning and if you try to trap me I'm gonna cross streams on your sorry butt.

So, yeah. I'm no longer unexplainable by modern science. That's kinda cool.