"Drakken?" you ask your self and pick up a mirror. "Fucking hell!" you shout setting the mirror down, "Why'd I get stuck into the body of this fucking twit?!" The bound redhead look at you oddly. "Did that light mess with your head, Drakken?"
You look around and see a light had fallen. "No, Miss Possible," you say sullenly, hating the voice that comes out, "I know you won't believe this but... Drakken is not here... At least anymore... My name is John." |