"What are you doing?!" He yelled back...wait, he what? There was no yelling, ever! That was horribly unpleasant! But, gods, he couldn't help it, he was so afraid!
Stork yanked the back door open, and fled desperately to the back yard...but there was a white picket fence all around, and a giant tree...he was blocked! Where could he run to?! Why wasn't anyone helping him?!
...Good lord, were his hands...green? He furiously shook them, trying to get rid of the unnatural look.
...Strange, how he stood there, this mix of fear and...ecstasy.