"Oh no! I think Marissa's orb is inside me!" you say, noticing that your speech pattern has changed. You feel completely normal, but you're thinking differently than you normally would, though it's hard to notice without trying.
"Consider yourself lucky, young man. I don't even have my own." John says in Miss Lock's authoritative voice, which makes a shiver run down both of your spines.
"My voice! You're going to pay if you don't fix this!" John practically yells at you.
"Okay! Let me just get Marissa's orb out of me first."
You touch your arm and soon feel an orb in your hand. Just to make sure its Marissa's orb, you try examining your thoughts. You think of your favorite food--pizza, but you don't really like it so much because it's so greasy and bad for your figure. You realize that the orb in your hand is definitely your own.
You repeat the process and you're certain that you've removed Marissa's orb.
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