[Luckily for him, David's practiced with his powers and his enemy's brief hesitation is all the time he needs. When he gets up from the trash cans he was knocked into, the new morph's complete. It's David, but not David. This is an enhanced David. David on steroids. The action figure of David. He's morphed himself into an idealized form: tall and muscular, with long blond hair and a blue skintight suit of his own.

And he's mad.]

How about we do and say we didn't?

[He lifts one hand, palm out, and from it a lance of sickly green energy erupts, aimed straight at the wall-crawler.]