Hal asked Matt, "So is he a plane, too?", pointing at Jacob. "Naw, he's a motorcycle. Wanna see?", replied Matt and sent the command to Jacobs computer to turn him into a motorcycle again. Jacob's feet changed first this time, merging together into an axle and growing the large hind wheel. "Hey", shouted Jacob as the sudden changes caused him to loose his balance and fall flat on his gas mask face. "He can't change by his own", explained Matt as Jacob was struggling to get up again. His feet were now completely mechanical, holding his hind wheel. His general shape changed to the contour of a motorcycle. His ass had already changed completely into smooth painted metal with a tail-pipe sticking out of the middle. The changes were roughly at his belly, with the seat forming on his back. Gradually and engine started to form and his neck became stiff fixing it in place as the changed went up to his shoulders and head. His face, which previously was essentially a helmet with a gas mask, changed into the front part of a motorcycle with a light forming on the front below the windshield as well as the handle bars and back mirrors. Last were his arms which thinned out, accumulating the mass at his hands which merged together growing into the front tire. Luckily this time his kickstand was out.
"So, why the...", Hal made a gesture forming a pipe going from his nose downwards. Matt first looked at him slightly bewildered before realizing what he meant, "Ohh that, I had planned for him to be my pilot. You know as a jet plane you need to give your crew some air... at least when it's biological... but year your right, it wasn't the best idea.".
"So, what we're gonna do with him?", Hal asked, "Both of us are planes, so technically we don't really need a motorcycle."