Suddenly Jon's skin began to grow paler. His skin grew snow white and then began to look more sliver, the changes continued until he grew a dull gray. "What is this?" Jon began to say until he noticed how monotonous and paced his words sounded.
Jon tried to take a step forward but found that his walk was now rigid and non-affluent. He looked at his elbow and saw that the only thing holding his arm together was a lone rivet. Next his eyes became a solid crimson red and where his ears once were now were two 3 inch antennas. His skin was now completely metal and he realized that his transformation was complete. He looked into the mirror and saw that he was now The Tin Inch Tin Man. "Well," Jon thought to himself, "This is odd. Hey at least I can still think and move almost freely, but I remember whenever given commands I have to follow them, lets hope that no one decides to boss me around."
Just then Jon's mother came back into the kitchen. "What is this?" she asked in a puzzled tone. Jon then automatically replied, "I am the ten inch tin man, at your command." "At my command huh?" Jon's mother asked sarcastically, "Well then go bus table 4."
"Oh no, this is trouble," Jon thought. Jon then began to light up as his robot functions took over. He had no control of his body as he began to walk into the diner as he said, "busing table 4 commander."
