nigel just ripping the covers off of alex at six in the morning like "Hey. Jack. Get Up. i've figured out that if we replace my organs with yours and i give you mine and do a bone marrow transfer we could change the genetic information of our cells and become one. the police wont even know. we'll be united on the cellular level. what do you think?" And alex is still just curled up in a ball facing the wall. hasnt even opened his eyes. does not want to be here. at all. and he just groans into the pillow half muffled "a good morning would be nice"


















