Well, there was a door about to some sort of zoo laboratory. You just felt awful for the caged animals, but when you tried to free a family of mongooses (mongeese?) the mother bit you. Your DNA became mixed up with hers. She became part Bill, you became part mongoose, and this whole time we have been trying to put things right but you kept biting us when we were trying to help. Good God, I hope we've got the right brain back in the right body this time. I just can't lose anymore fingers, Bill! How would I type nonsense anymore?