~Character Chat~

Ezra doubled over an laughter at Riddle's comment. "Andrew could learn a thing from you!" he howled.

What do you mean? WhaddI do? Riddle was blissfully unaware of how funny the preceding statement was.

Ezra gasped through his tears, "You crack me up!"

"Did she say something unintentionally brilliant?" T.Mor asked with a smirk. "Just tell her 'nevermind'. It's the fastest way to get her to stop asking questions."
I can crack you, but I can't labotomise you? HOW IS THAT FAIR? She asked.

"Nevermind Riddle!" Ezra laughed.

"You...look...like...an...idoit!" cackled Andrew, unable to contain his laughter any longer.

Oh. Ok. Whatever. Riddle predictably dropped the subject.

Both Andrew and Ezra were rolling on the floor with laughter.

WHAT IS SO FUNNY? She practically brain yelled.

"See how much they are alike?" asked Liz, rolling her eyes. Ezra and Andrew stopped laughing.

"I AM NOTHING LIKE HIM!" they shouted at the same time, both pointing an accusing finger at the other.

T.Mor giggled at that. "Mirror images practically..." he agreed, grinning.

Andrew wheeled around at T. Morr. "Don't you dare say that," he said, his eyes blazing with fury.

Meanwhile, the team plus Izzy were struggling to sit up. Some of them were falling back over again.
"Aaaaugh," Izzy groaned. "My...heart..."
"Dizzy!" Sarah exclaimed as she rose to a sitting position, clutching her head.

"Are you okay?!" asked Liz, her eyes wide with fear. She helped the falling members into sitting position.

T.Mor noticed the team. "Oh crap...I forgot you guys did that...Man. Anything I can do to help?" T.Mor knew there were minimal things that he could do, but he felt better just by offering.

"I wouldn't push yourself," said Ezra, his words having a dark meaning behind them.

"Yeah...Liz...we're j-just peachy," Sarah answered sarcastically.
"There's...nothing..." Peter answered T.Mor, his breathing ragged and irregular.

"Right...I know. I just wanted to offer..." T.Mor said. "Is it just me or are you guys worse off this time?

"No I mean...that will only make you fade faster." said Ezra to T. Morr.

"Ezra? Anything you can do-" started Liz but Ezra cut her off.

"On it." he said. "What seems to be the major issues?"

"There's...nothing..." Peter repeated. "And we're...worse bec-cause...this is...the s-second time...today that...we've shifted...for a group..."

"Are you just tired? Cause I could probably fix that..."

"FADE? WHAT?" T.Mor was suddenly very concerned for his well-being. "Swearwording turn me back then! If it's a problem!" T.Mor said panickedly.

"Andrew's kinda sucking the energy out of you the longer he's like that. Have you felt weaker lately? More tired?" asked Ezra.

"I'm WHAT?!" said Andrew.

"He's what?!" repeated Liz.

"It's...not that..." Peter attempted to answer Ezra before falling on his back again; he'd overexerted himself. "...Ah..."

"SWEARWORDING TURN ME BACK RIGHT NOW, OR I PROMISE...I WILL SET RIDDLE ON YOU." T.Mor yelled, demonstrating the most anger he ever had.

Liz sat Peter up, "EZRA I SWEAR-"

Ezra held up a hand. "It's up to Andrew," he singsonged. "And you've got plenty of time...depending how you feel."