There was a big downside to overshadowing someone, Danny learned long ago. A downside that he was remembering right now, as everyone piled it on and brought the sushi abomination to its knees. Jumping inside their, taking it over... it made the body his, just as much as it was theirs. Their muscles were his muscles, their strength was his strength...

And their pain was his pain.

Danny could feel everything, even if the fight for control with the tentacles muted the sensations somewhat. The tackling, the shot to the knee, he could feel it all. Between fighting with the tentacles, and struggling with the sheer pain he was feeling, he should've been driven out of the body just by that alone. But the fight for control and the pain only made him more furious, more stubborn, more irrational--

Until Rich pulled out the tentacle out of his mouth. And Danny himself felt like throwing up.

Rich's eyes glowed green, as Danny's voice came out of his mouth. The first audible thing that could be heard being a nauseous groan, as he commented. "Your mouth tastes like a toilet, and I think I'm gonna throw up." Finally, Danny's intangible body limped out of Rich's own, sinking to his knees the moment he became solid. Until finally, he bent over the ground...

And threw up right there and then.