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| Power! True power almost is my clutches! You fools will rue the day you decided to fire me! The uber-squirrel is almost complete! | |
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| Everything is set. All you need to do is hop on in the transmogrifier and wait. You might want to bring something to read. And a few band-aids wouldn't hurt. | |
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| No thanks, Mr. Doctor, sir. I'm worried about what your tinkering will do to my food supply. Can you make my nuts bigger too? | |
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| I wouldn't worry too much about food, champ. If your skin doesn't fall off in a day or two you'll be lucky. | |
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| So that's your plan, eh? I think it sucks. You can take your transmogrifier and stick it where the sun don't shine. | |
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