My coworkers will appreciate the name “squickle,” since they refer to it as “that thing” right now. The bad thing about a name for it, though, is that it doesn’t quite convey the sheer horror of the noise.
“Hey, I have to warn you, I’ve been squickling a lot today, so don’t freak out.”
Lesse here. I’ve got webbed toes (second and third togather 3/4 of the way joined), One pointy ear and one round one, a Simeon Crease on my palm (which is an extra palm line that completely transverses the palm), Tiny Teeny Pinky Toes tm, and i’m mostly double jointed.
Well, I was originally thinking of “squickup” (squeal/hiccup), but then modified it a bit to make it sound slightly less vomitous. If it’s a genuinely gruesome effect, though, you might consider that as an alternative.
My chest kinda dips in the middle, i thought this was a pretty useless superpower until i saw an episode of americas funniest home videos where some kid with the same condition was eating cereal out of his chest while laying down watching TV.
It’s not an easy calculation. It uses BMI, bone density studies and measurements. It’s not done routinely, TMK. I’m not even sure how it’s done. The most accurate way to to remove all the flesh and weigh the bones, but, that’s rather inconvenient with live people.
I was born with club feet. My first three months of life my feet were in casts.
Then, at bout 13, it became clear that my LEFT rib cage was not convex, but concave. At first it impeded my lungs, but I eventually got used to it. I can swim a mile in 30 minutes, so I don’t think it’s a serious problem.
I have fangs. All of my teeth are straight except for my canines, top and bottom, which are a bit in front of the teeth next to them and just slightly over-sized. It lends to leaving behind very…unusual bitemarks. Since my mother thought I’d grow out of it, I never got braces when I was younger and now it seems sort of silly to spend all that money on fixing something that doesn’t bug me, so I’ll likely have my fangs as long as I have my teeth.
I am double jointed in all of my fingers, have monkey toes, and super enamel. I’ve never had a cavity in 35 years.
I also don’t have any reflexes, and this is my true freak mutation:
When I was little, my Mom took me to the doctor for a checkup. It’s the first one I can remember and it was with a doctor that we hadn’t been to before. He goes through his battery of tests and then asked me to cross my leg over my knee. He then whacks my knee with the rubber hammer. He got a very puzzled look on his face and whacked it again. Then he asked me to cross my other leg over. Repeat process. Apparently when you get your knee whacked with the hammer your leg is supposed to jerk with a reflexive action. Mine don’t. Neither do my sister’s.
An addition to the neck list: I don’t have any tonsils. Never had surgery, never had any more sore throats than usual, they’re just gone somehow or never developed.
I like to think that aliens took them, but then I wonder why they left my appendix in.
My best friend in high school had a similar ability to this, but maybe not as severe as yours. However, he would absolutely annihilate guitar strings with his sick mutant hand sweat; he had to replace his bass strings as often as I had to replace my guitar strings - no fun at $20 a set.
I don’t think I have any interesting mutant superpowers, though, unless you count freakishly fast-growing hair - seriously, I cannot keep a hairstyle looking nice for more than a week before it’s noticeably grown out. What’s even more irritating is that it applies to all my body hair, not just the stuff on my head - it’s kind of annoying to have to shave my legs more or less CONSTANTLY if I don’t want to look like a gorilla in a dress…