Originally Posted by Big Skler
Oh, you also make Singed sound sane, which is uncool. He's supposed to be a mad scientist; warning Warwick that drinking an unfinished potion would be dangerous is super out of character. Jayced!
This is how I imagine it went...
"Singed, man, I'm freaking hurting here!"
"I can see that," the scientist nodded.
"So give me the @#!$ing potion! My face is burnt off!"
"Absolutely not. It is not ready. Not yet."
Warwick snarled at his friend, "Give me the potion!"
Singed glared at Warwick. His eyes narrowed, his voice touched the depths of hell itself, "Not. Finished. Yet."
With that, he turned back to his work. Cackling, bolts of lightning struck the table. Slowly, he lifted the glass up, and reached over to what he was working on. Picking it up, he revealed it to be a miniature parasol. Placing it in the drink, he handed it to Warwick, "It's missing unicorn blood, but I put a bit of tiger in there just for taste."
Warwick grabbed the glass and downed it in a single gulp. The parasol clattered to the floor, his body shuddering. Crushing the glass in his grip, grey fur started to rip out and erupt from his body. He howled in sheer, unrelenting agony.
Singed tapped his chin in confusion, then lightly slapped his forehead, "Wolf! That's what the zookeepers were yelling! Wolf! My bad!"