We have A Morphing Cube

Visser Three: <The Yeerks are coming. Nothing you or your species can do will change that. What have I to fear?>

Marco: "The Animorphs. Its what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. "Earth last hope" kind of thing."

Visser Three: <Yes, I've been aware of them.>

Marco: "Yeah, takes us a while to get competant. I'll give you that one. But lets do a head count here.

There's the younger brother of War-Prince Elfangor,

A leader who, at this point, is some kind of living legend.

A master of aerial combat,

The race of indestructible androids,

A couple of seven foot tall, walking razor blades,

An animal expert, whose morals make Ghandi look violent,

The girl with some breathtaking anger issues,

And the gorgeous, creative, and humble me. And somehow, you've managed to piss off every single one of us."

Visser Three: < I have an Empire! >

Marco: "We have a Morphing Cube."