He nods. "I'm going to have to get used to [i]breathing[/i] all over again." He nods. "I'll be sure to put them back in the tank when I'm done. Though I'm going to have issues walking again." He starts slightly. "I haven't walked, breathed, or dunking anything in centuries." He carefully sets his scythe down, and begins fuzzing strangely, his form wrapping around the body, and seeping into it as he possesses the shell of a body. He flexes the hands, and opens the eyes of his new form.