Well, it made sense. Rat being a rat and all. It was sort of like... actually, Clint didn't have any good analogies. Such a shame.
He wriggled in place, trying to figure out the proper effects and if he could do anything with it. But no, mostly he just... hovered there. "Do -- uh. If I eat more do I go higher or...?" This probably would have been awesome when he'd been a teenager. With pot. "Don't you ever give me something that makes my teeth squeak, man."