Doctor Com sighed, "Can we please stop trying to kill one another."
Mr krawler looks at his feline body, "Wow... Hmm..." He tests it out, "Agile, fast, strong... bit too reliant on instinct, but still. Mia, you have a good body." He sees Mia fall over, "My body is a regular human body."
He looks to Four, "How old are you, genetically, mentally, and chronologically? I'm 21 geneticaly, 18 mentally, and two thousand chronologically.