Lalna nods, and gives a slight smile to Emma. [color=0072bc]"Oh yes, I am perfectly fine, it is just... I have always wanted to save the world, do something good for the world without the use of science that could potentially backfire and cause what happened in Terminator... And now, we can use our morphing for good! I have spent all day working out how this could work, and it seems, if we have the ability, we can use it as a weapon against the [color=aba000]yeerks[/color], transform into a small insect for covert operations, transform into a large carnivore for [color=9e0b0f]guerrilla warfare[/color], and even breach the [color=aba000]yeerk[/color] base, wherever it is using our morphs! That is, if they work."[/color] He says, sounding out of breath and slightly more calm then before, but still excited. He uses his mild knowledge of military tactics from the movies and shows on the telly(such as M.A.S.H) his dad watches on his Sundays off to talk about ways they can fight the yeerk menace, when he notices the deer pointed out by Emma. [color=0072bc]"Oh! A... What do you call them... A deer, yes, that is the word! If we can get the deer's [color=8dc73f]D[/color][color=ed1c24]N[/color][color=00a651]A[/color] sequence, we can actually have our first morph, which could be very useful!"[/color] He says, looking fondly at the deer, thinking of the possibilities, when his thoughts are broken by a wild Mason accusing him of using drugs on all of them. [color=0072bc]"Oi, 'old on a minute mate! What's this about me giving you all drugs? Why on earth would I bloody do that! For one, I wouldn't know how to make drugs to cause hallutionations, since I am not a medical chemist, and even though I have access to a variety of chemicals due to my dad being a chemical engineer, I would never use them on you all, since I don't want to hurt anyone! I am a biochemist, an engineer, a true scientist! I don't know why you think I would harm you, for I have no intention of it! Far from it, I actually want to help everyone I can, even if they do not match up to my superior intellect! Maybe you are a primitive brute who is hostile on things they don't understand, but I can assure you, this is all real if we all see it at once. At least, that is what the little voice in my head says. I am not crazy!"[/color] He says, going quickly defensive and backing up, trying to defend his case like the mad scientist he is. He quickly goes off topic and starts talking about the voice in his head, that acts as a mentor to him, most likely as a result from the chemical fumes he comes into contact with every few days. He then notices Steph, and tips his helmet to her, quickly changing his attitude, pretending his conversation with Mason never happened, a good skill of his. [color=0072bc]"Oh, don't worry, I haven't told anyone about this... Because, if I told anyone about this, they would either dismiss me as having some sort of drug trip, which is likely due to me being an apprentice to a mad scientist, lock me up in an insane asylum, which is likely as well, or try to bring me to a psychiatrist. Who would we talk to? We could try to contact the andelites, but I would need to spend days working on a device to try to contact them, which I can do while everyone else does the grunt work. If I can get into contact with them, we will be able to tell them of the Yeerk menace! But we would need to hold off the invasion, which how can we do it? We are only a group of kids, and only one of us, that is me, is intelligent enough to even begin to experiment and fabricate things to hold off on the enemy."[/color] He says, quickly going off on a tangent, sounding thoroughly crazy and even a little psychopathic as he begins to talk about things that are not even related, but could end up being a good answer to a different question.