"I hate this soap" Says Nick as he drops it for roughly the third time.

At this point something deep inside you opens up. A bit ago you grew instincts to grow your hair back the moment you lost it. Those instincts are kicking in now. There always was a little problem with it though. The hair grew back where it damn well pleased.

By instinct, you take off your prison uniform and hope for the best.

You get a little unexpected side affect, but you think you can make the best of it.
"HEY NICK" You shout
At this point Nick lost his soap outside the jail cell. He's pretty pissed off.
"What the hell do you want?"

You stare at him, even though he refuses to stare back. You start anyway.
"I'M A FURRY NOW, FOR NO REASON!"

At this point you have the attention of a guard across the room. You put on the finish move.
"CHECK OUT THIS CRAZY snake"

The guard, in a motion so swift it couldn't be described by using pictures, signals the superalarm which evacuates all the cells except for yours. Everyone leaves in a rushed frenzy, terrified.

"Great thinking Mik-OH HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF forget TITS IN A HANDBASKET" Nick just realized that you weren't faking it. He would be in shock if he didn't see that the guard dropped his keys on the way out.

What do?