NO, this does not look like a normal toad, it has to be someone kind of exotic species and I am NOT keeping it.

What does that mean.....?

Yeah, please tell her to stop. I mean, at least I'm just allergic to something I've barely used on my apartment walls, but... I don't want this form changing without me making it. It's the only human body I've got, it's still the original, 99% of it...

Thank god.

..........the putty? I'm allergic to putty now?

No, no no no. I need to know. Tim, is my DNA altered? What organs am I missing? How much of the blood in my body is still my own? Am I sleepwalking? Am I ageing slower and / or faster? Am I poisonous? What about venomous? AM I A PLANT? TELL ME!

Wait... The thing that supposedly happens to your body as you get closer to the core of a black hole? I- wait, no, I'm not- Has she done something to me without me noticing already??

...Sorry???

I'm sure you guys can grow to love a man-eating pheasant... Or a man in a pheasant skin suit... Or an alien, slowly fusing with anything it's ever eaten... I really don't know what that thing is supposed to be.

Probably. Not near me, though! I sort of ran. Sort of fast

You're not the one who has to try eating dinner in front of a clueless kid after watching a bird... Nevermind.

Hmmm. Yes.

[Just before the recording ends with Silvester letting out a blood-curdling scream and dropping the phone onto the pavement, another person's voice can be heard in the background. Seems to be the one of an adult man who simply says "'Sera" and then is cut off by, well, the screaming.]

[Silence. All that can be heard is Silvester trying to control his breathing. The pheasant's eyes are glassy, the corpse in its maw is limp, covered in saliva and blood. It is just "standing there", in a way.]

This can't be real.

[The camera is shaking too much, half-pointing at the wall now.]

[The bird is forced to tilt its head upwards with a gurgling struggle, and finally, a bald human head comes out. Then a neck. Then a torso, including arms and hands. Just when Silvester is convinced it's going to spit out a pair of legs, too, the bird stops regurgitating.]

shit.