You boldly leap out of the bush, pointing your gun at the three squirrels. "ADVEAS! Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air!"
The dangerous, venomous, evil alien squirrels immediately turn around, staring at you. They chatter among each other for a moment, seeming amused... and then, to your surprise, they comply! The three of them drop their metal squirrelators to the ground, raising their furry paws in surrender.
"Turn around and get down on your knees." The squirrels do so, as you get a pair of handcuffs out. When you step forwards to cuff the first squirrel, though... it suddenly reaches down and picks up the rod with lightning-fast speed, jamming the end of it back into your gut! You feel a terrible, electric ZAP! as the squirrel presses the trigger.
This is quickly proving to have been a very, very bad idea.
You scream and double over, clenching your stomach in pain as you fall to your kneies. Brown fur sprouts all over your body, sending intense itching sensations through you. Your revolver slips from your hand as they grow claws and pads, and you feel a weird pressure in your rear as a big, fluffy squirrel tail bursts through the seat of your pants. Your face agonizingly stretches forwards into the muzzle of a squirrel, your ears twitch and grow rounded, and your teeth feel wrong as they shift and grow.
Your mind is suddenly filled with images of serving your dangerous, venomous, evil alien squirrel masters. You gain the knowledge of the dangerous, venomous, evil alien squirrel names for all things as English is erased from your memory. You suddenly know what you have always knowen, that you serve your daveevalel masters, and must turn as many humans into daveevalel as possible. You get back up onto your furry feet, ready to serve...