Book 33-The Illusion "Let's kick it, boys and girls!" My friend, Marco, unlike me, was in paradise.  He was belting out lyrics like his first name was "Ice" or something.  He slide-stepped toward us, spun around, and stopped, squealing his sneaker on the gym floor.  He froze with one finger pointed at me and one at Rachel.  She glared at him. "Some kind of chemical imbalance, Marco?" --Marco, Tobias, Rachel ''I'm glad you made it, Tobias.  You're our eyes.  Our ears.  Our air force.  If we lost you, we'd be nothing.  Like Joan of Arc without her sword.  Patton without his pearl-handled pistols..." <Saddam without the forty-eight palaces, the special Republican guard, and a jar of anthrax?  Stop the flattery, man.  You're making me blush.> --Jake, Tobias "We do not think the Yeerks built this community center out of concern for the community." "I'm shocked." --Erek, Marco <Help!  Help!  Ax!>  -Marco <Marco?  Marco, you in fly morph?>  -Tobias <Chocolate-covered, man.  I'm in the chocolate fondue and they've turned up the heat!  Buffet table!  Buffet table!  I can't get out!>  -Marco <Fondue?>  -Ax <A warm pot of chocolate.  Liquid.  Brown.>  -Tobias <Marco, what exactly are you doing in the fondue?>  -Rachel Ax might die for the sake of realisitic drama. --Tobias <Superb.  It now takes two of you to open a door, I see.  Yes.  Excellent.> --Visser Three <I won't give in.  Do you know why?> "No." <Because if I surrender, you'll live.  And if I resist, you'll die.  And I want you to die.> --Tobais, Taylor Who am I?  What am I?  A bird.  A boy.  Something not quite human.  Something more than human.  The person Rachel loves.  I discovered something amid the pain and terror and confusion.  I discovered that the answer to what I am, who I am, isn't something to be answered in a single word or a single moment.  It could take a lifetime to figure out who I am. --Tobias