As they casually jogged down the street, Peter asked Jennifer once more about the progress she had made on reversing the body swap that her invention had caused. She shrugged, indicating that the machine was still broken. Peter’s pleasant demeanor turned on a dime as he grabbed the towel around Jennifer’s neck.
“You need to start taking this a little more seriously,” He growled sternly, “I’ve been patient up until this point, but there’s no way I am going to stay stuck in your body any longer than I have to. You’re going to be in some serious trouble if I’m not back in my own body before your monthly visitor arrives.”
“Wipe that look off my face,” Peter shot back, “I know you think I won’t do anything to my own body, but trust me, I know plenty of ways to torture myself with no long term damage, so do NOT push me.”