Oh shit, the next full moon. Sam hadn't even thought about that. The humans could all hunker down and take shelter and have cute little parties, but what was he supposed to do with a tiger? Get out of the building? A tiger running around Manhattan was completely inconspicuous, oh sure. "Shit, the full moon," he groaned, covering his face with his hands. "I don't know. What can we do? He'll try to eat everyone. It's Shere Khan, by the way," he added. "Don't know if you're familiar with The Jungle Book or not."