As Jon flailed, trying to regain his balance, Morganna couldn't help but giggle as she noticed the pattern. She began to dance along the shore of the pond, chanting "I wish you were more like me, I wish you were more like me," as she kicked out the hem of her skirt and waved the stone on front of the writhing and changing form in front of her.
Jon was in complete panic. Everything was swirling around him. His clothes were morphing around him, his hair was growing, and he could feel his own body shift as he changed form. This reminded him of the time last Summer at the beach when he got caught in a rip current, and he could feel himself dying, but a lifeguard came by and saved him. He remembered being trying to be angry at the lifeguard for not letting her experience the pain of drowning but not being able to because, despite herself, the guy was a real hottie.
When Morganna finally stopped, a soaked figure shrouded in black stood up and walked slowly to the shore. "So how does it feel to be defeated by Morganna the Magnificent?" Morganna taunted. The figure parted her hair enough for Morganna to see a makeup-smudged copy of herself, then using the advantages of surprise and rage, the figure flung Morganna into the duck pond, snatching the stone along the way.
"I'm Morganna, bitch" the figure replied, "and I wish you would realize what a fucking imitation you are."
