Marco watched his old friend fly off, and sighed. He had grown attached to Tobias, before his death, and Tobias was slowly getting worse.
''Come on Gorrilaman and friends. Lets go get us some morphs.'' Marco said as he led them from the yard.
Lance groaned silently as they walked, <I miss my own form! Why do you have such short arms?!>
Marco walked within a block of the Gardens, ''Everyone morph the roach, and hop onto my back...if you bite me so help you god!''
Lance looked around nervously as he slunk into the shadows and began demorphing. Within moments he was slowly looking at his body change until the ground began to launch up at him, at which point he closed his eyes..luckily the last thing to change was his eyelids vanishing.
Marco to began to morph, and as he watched feathers begin to sprout on his arms and his bones hollow themselves, ''Damn. You never quite get used to this...''