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"When, hmm? At what point were you gonna let me know about your little otter fetish, and your plans for me? Yes, I've been waiting right here on the counter like this for you to get home. Don't change the subject, and don't try to play all innocent.
You plant a piece of pie in the fridge - pumpkin pie, my favorite - laced with otter transformation formula. You label it as yours, and write 'do not eat,' knowing of course that I'm going to eat it anyway, just so you can argue that you DID try to warn me and make this MY fault. Never mind the question as to why you'd want to eat otter transformation pie yourself. And you do all this on a Friday, knowing that the transformation care clinics are closed on the weekends, hoping that I can't get it reversed in time so it stays permanent. This is all completely accurate, isn't it?
I mean, you were right, I called around and got robo answering machines everywhere. The regular ER might be able to delay it, but I could still end up stuck this way. I happen to think otters are cute, but it's still going to have a huge impact on my daily life, how people treat me at work, what I'm gonna say to my family...can I tell 'em the truth, that you made me this way because you're immensely attracted to otters? Oh, you can't deny that either...I found the smoking guns under your bed. Yeah, those."