This guy knew what he was? He wasn't used to hearing the word shift, but that eating a lot of - a shit load of - grass meant something. Usually he would have gone that route if his stomach was upset. It was a good way to clear the system. But... how would the stranger know that? Know what Mikey was?
It was interesting that he might not have to prove himself, sure, but it also made him unexpectedly wary.
"I might explode..." he said to that suggestion. He didn't think his smaller body could handle the amount of food he'd ingested.
Mikey looked at the trash can. "What?" stick his finger down his throat? How was that supposed to help? He understood why the can was there, just on a base level. If he did throw up, it would be a lot easier to clean out the container than it would be to get it off the floor. They could just put the trash can outside and let somebody else take care of it.
The cat shrugged and opened his mouth. He stuck his finger inside, all the way up to the last knuckle. Sure that it wouldn't do anything.
"An I uposed oo oo amying else wi is? I on uneran wa is is uppoth o oo..." but then he was throwing up.