Chapitre 26: Chapter Twenty-Six

"Mort." I say as we make our way up towards the lower deck. "I need you to shape-shift into a non-descript man in case I need help. This is going to be a full-blown, Rambo-style exist scene." I strap my bows and equipment to me and tuck a knife in my boot, for good measure. A loud explosion violently shakes the ship making me slam against the wall. "Shit!"

"How's this?" Mort asks, now standing six feet tall as a rugged man.

My eyes widen as I take her cut-throat appearance. "Perfect Mort, impressive." I pause with a grin as I look at her pants, not being able to help my immaturity. "Does...it feel weird?"

"Does what feel weird?"

"You know..." I nod to her pants with a wide-eyed wink.

"No, I don't."

"Are you serious? You don't know what I'm talking about? Because sometimes I'm not sure if you're joking," I say with annoyance.

"Joking about what?"

I stare at her. "A penis, Mort. A male penis," I deadpan.