"What? You've never been itchy before? I don't know, this tree feels good on my back. It's not because I'm...nervous, or quietly freaking out, or silently screaming on the inside because I've just recently turned into a mouse somehow. I'm fine, everything's good, I'm just...whatever it was I said I was doing. I'm doing that. I'm not in the middle of a series of increasingly complex panic attacks, or about three seconds away from puking my mouse guts out..."