Jermaine seemed equally frozen, mouth regrettably full of French toast. Finn would be doing the talking for both of them. As for Jake, he quirks a perplexed smile in the pair's direction.

"Shouldn't I be asking you two that?" He looks between them, quite casual all things considered. "I'm dead, right?"

But he wasn't. A fact brought home by the slow opening of the huge Mars door, looking out on the red surface of the planet. King Man was there, looking as pleased with himself as ever.

Jake blinks at it, slowly coming to realize what exactly he was looking at. Despite the mounting glee that would come eventually, Jake's voice now is confused and more than a little suspicious.

"...Right?"