It'd been a long day, and Four's SMG3 plushie was on your bed waiting for you, seemingly beckoning you close. As he finally collapsed into bed and began to drift off to sleep, the plushie.. Turned into SMG3? ".,heheh., he'll., never know.." He murmured, scooting into his arms and poofed back into the plushie, now being held comfortably.