“I think you know that I am totally accusing youof being that way creepy bodysnatcher.” Wendy was quick to return the gesture, crossing her own arms over her chest, gaze even, shoulders squared, and on the alert for any sudden movements. "And I didn’t break out of anything. I was hangin’ in my room until just, like, five minutes ago. What were you doing? Trying to sneak into the Shack using my skin?”
"I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not gonna let you to pretend to be me anymore!” This was seriously starting to freak out Wendy, but she wasn’t going to start a physical fight just yet. She’d already fought herself once, and she wasn’t eager for a repeat performance. “You’re not even good at it! Why can’t you choose someone else to impersonate?”