In some strange land where some women were turned to genetic creatures of seduction and power, they ran off to make themselves a type of group called the 'Morphgals'. The three were just doing random stuff, the usual type of idiocy they do every day.

Blockjaw: "Ugh, I hate it here!"

Kast-iron: "You think I don't as well?"

Rockster: "THINK FAST, YOU DOLTS!"

Rockster than activates her mutation ability, turning her fist into a mallet and slammed both Blockjaw and Kast-iron as they inflate back up to normal like cartoons from what was their paper flat state.

Kast-iron: "OW! WHAT THE HECK, ROCKSTER?!"