"For your True Animal, press seven," rings an odd interest in Tom and he presses the button, settling down a little further in bed, under the covers.
"Thank you. Analyzing," the pleasant female voice said before a series of clicks and whirls took over. Tom glanced over to make sure Matt was still occupied on the computer. Matt was lost in another world and probably wouldn't have noticed Tom choking to death in that moment.
The curiosity as to what the answer would be, or even where it was pulling its analysis from, was too great to hangup as a voice in his head was telling him to. Finally, the whirling noises stopped and the nice voice returned.
"Analysis complete. Tom, prepare for permanent transformation into your true animal of..."