Pragmatist of Squee

Uh oh... *backs up slowly*

*yells* Uncle Drakey!!!

Drake: *yawns* *examines fingernails* *pretends not to hear*

Damn you!! If you don't help me, I swear I'll annoy you for all of eternity!! You know I will!!

Drake: Oh, ok ok. *zaps*

*feels all tingly for a sec... then nothing* What the heck did you do?? I don't feel any different!! *backs away some more*

Drake: Oh, just be patient.

*steps backward into the moonlight* *looks up at the moon, then looks down at hands*

*hair starts sprouting, ears start elongating... and all surroundings start getting much much bigger*

*looks around and sees a fluffy tail*

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?! Squeeeeaaaaak??!!

(Translation: You turned me into a bloody waresquirrel??)

Drake: *sits back and has a good laugh*

*squeaks grumbily and defends herself, attacking Chaos with her sharp little squirrelly claws*