46 - 14 - Carrington

"Admiral Carrington, sir, you have to let us help you, sir."

With the skill and expertise of their profession, the medics lifted the protesting admiral on to a collapsible stretcher and hurried him out of the room.

(...)

"Andalite!" he hissed when I released him. "And I thought Visser One was exaggerating his loathing of you bandits!"

FWAP!

Quickly, I acquired his DNA. Morphed. Dressed myself in his clothes, including the bloody pants.

Stashed the unconscious bodies of the two medics in a closet.