51 - 14 - Cockroach Statements

<We're cool,> I said. <We're cockroaches, remember? Indestructible. Our hearts can stop beating, and we won't die. Our heads can get chopped off, and we still won't die. Well, at least not for a week or so, anyway, until we waste away from thirst and starvation because we don't have a mouths. But hey, that gives us plenty of time to demorph.>

The car swerved. Thumped through a pothole. Our cockroach bodies banged against the underbelly of the limo. Tobias was still hanging from Ax's back legs.

<AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!>

We swung back. Banged again. I lost my grip. Twirled around the wire by one leg.

<Forget our hearts and our heads,> Tobias croaked. <If our guts get squashed all over the pavement, it's pretty much over.>