Muttering under his breath his discontent, the young man carries you back up on stage to the cheers of the
audience. He hands your crotch back to Morpho, and after a few moments your fleshy bits are turned back into
plastic. "Everyone, please put your hands together to for our friend here! He will be assisting me in this
next trick, which will focus on our wonderful mannequin here!"
The crowd cheers as Morpho turns to the young man. "What's your name, son?" he asks.
"Jared," the young man replies. "What exactly am I going to 'assist' you with?"
Morpho smiles. "Jared wants to know what he'll be assisting me with. Don't you all want to know what he'll be
doing too?" Morpho asks. The audience cheers, and someone shouts, "Tell us, Morpho!"
"Well, Jared, we're going to play a little more with our friend here because we want to have a little more
fun," Morpho grins. "What you're going to do is reassemble our mannequin volunteer and then tell me what he
will become next! I think after holding his ass, you should be afforded the chance to get a little input."
The audience chuckles and jeers as Jared goes about reassembling you on stage. You're already beginning to
feel very uncomfortable, as if the air around you is pressing in. What horrible thing was Jared going to bring
on you now? Is Morpho going to keep you as the one permanent volunteer all night?
As Jared finally puts your head back on your assembled body, Morpho booms, "Jared, what will our friend become
now? Speak and your words will become action."
Jared takes a step back and clears his throat. "I want him to become..."