Who creates a man alive?

The tingle through Bad Irving's body reshaped his clothes... made him older... taller... put him in a lab coat and goggles... who creates a man alive? Dr. Frankenstein! Jon had already absorbed enough weirdness for one lifetime, already. "Oh, great... Dr. Frankenstein. Now we've got a magic stone, you've got four tits... and there's a mad scientist on the loose." Karen, the stone lodged between her lower breasts- "Can this get any weirder?" And as if to answer, the stone gave her four more arms and two more breasts. Stuck between his would-be girlfriend looking something like a minor Buddhist deity and having powers of a major one... and Dr. Irving Frankenstein... Jon realized he really should've just stayed in bed that day... Until Frankenstein walked up to him with a measuring tape and measured his head. "Uh, what's that for?" "Measurin'" "Uh, yeah, I got that, that's generally what measuring tape's for." "A-yup." "I mean to say, what are you measuring my head for?" "A wig." "You... want my hair for a wig." "Oh, oh no, m'boy, to put a wig ON you." "Uh." "Really tall frizzy hair with a white streak down the middle. It'll look good." "Uh." "It's for an experiment." Jon just blinked and muttered: "Oh boy."