Rick tosses the child off his leg, letting him land with blunt painful force. He stands and stretches his new body, watching his shamed stepson slowly, cautiously, sit up. Brandon looks as though he might bolt for the door again. Rick laughs, his sharp white teeth bearing menacingly.
He extends a furry hand to Brandon. "Yiif I hurrrt you, yourrr mother would chill me. Chum on, lllet me help roou up."
Brandon cautiously grabs his stepfather's paw, and gets up off the living room floor. "You bit me." He muttered.
Rick smiles. Brandon winces at the sight of all his dangerous looking teeth, the two front most slightly pink. Brandon looked at his rear, a trickle of blood running down towards the back of his thigh. He trails his finger through it and shows it to Rick.
Rick chuckles, "Rit's poretic, armost. Roou've reen ssruch a pain in my ass forr so rong."
"You fucker." Brandon shouts, throwing a fist into Ricks arm. "Now I'm going to be a werewolf like you."
Rick growls and hooks a fist into Brandon's temple, dropping him immediately to the floor. Rick points a claw at his stepson. "Roou did Riss to mee. Yourrr Frrucking music made my chemicals sprill." Rick adjusted his temper, a hint of remorse on his brow. "Rany rays, I droubt it's crontageous." He looks over his arms and body. "Rit's a phrysiologrical reaction of srome sort, like a srevere rash."
Brandon stands again. Faking a Scooby Doo voice, he says, "Ray troo grow Reinstrein. Rever Hrear rof srafety?"
Rick takes a moment away from gawking over his new body to growl at his stepson. "Rits realy hrard tro tralk writh a mruzzle."
"Reary" Brandon mocks.
Rick's fist locks, his bicep bulges as he clenches his arm in anger. Brandon quiets, the look of amusement falling away. Rick shakes his head. "Rou srometrimes reary priss me roff." Rick points to the plant. "Crean rat shit rup, rand put ra prant in ray new prot."
Brandon moves around his stepfather and begins picking up the pot pieces. Rick supervises over the task, throwing emphasis with low growls.