Gradually he woke up and as he gathered his senses he looked around him. He was outside his truck right in front of the tanker trailer. Then he realized that his truck was nowhere to be seen. Strangely everything seemed to be a tad bigger, but then he noticed that his nose was unusual. He was still wearing the same clothes, but his hands had claws. He used the reflection of his tanker to get a better look at himself. What looked back at him was an anthropomorphic badger, still wearing his brown shirt under the green coat with blue jeans and yellow boots, though his clothes had changed to accommodate his new form.
Suddenly a red motorcycle came speeding towards him. On it a leather clad otter stopped nearby, but down the kickstand and get off approaching Dave, who was still confused. The motorcycle meanwhile started to loose its shape. The wheels got smaller and smaller contracting while splitting up into segments. Gradually they moved to the sides extending the shafts that held them. At the same time its front changed shape, the windscreen retracted and it changed into a fox head. Gradually clothes and fur started to form out of the mass. Within less than a minute what had been a motorcycle was now a fox, standing up and joining the otter.