No magic here. I'm what's called a mutant, which means I was born with it. But if you want my name, call me Morph.

[Of course, that meant that Morph could simply make themself as leggy as they wanted to be, but they didn't want to give Rosen an excuse to take the costume off. No, Morph was going to enjoy the sight as long as they could. And as long as they could keep the plausible deniability going, it would hopefully be for a nice long while.]

So what d'you say, huh? Ready to hit the carnival? As much as I was digging the alien astronaut look, I don't mind wearing this for a while. Stick with me and yours will look deliberate, instead of like the carnival workers decided to dress you up for fun.

[Which was probably a lot closer to the truth there.]