"For the last time, I told you, it was a magic vending machine! Surely I would have changed my story sometime in the last ten months of all this madness if I weren't telling the truth."
"Honestly, it doesn't even matter to us anymore," says the lead scientist while his assistants are loading up the injections. "Examining how your body supports DNA and tissues from two disparate species is already revolutionizing medicine. Check it out!" He tosses you a newspaper with a headline about new experimental treatments which, if approved, will one day make transplant rejection a thing of the past. He continues: "We're making MILLIONS of dollars. And we've already convinced the military that super soldiers could be on the horizon because we might be able to produce even MORE hybrid creatures like yourself. All the better since they wouldn't have to worry about human rights or the Geneva Conventions. Experiments on dogs and rats look promising, so far, but we need to take our research to the next level. My superiors weren't sure whether to leave you unchanged for further study or see how your body would react to our attempts to add even more nonhuman traits. I've managed to make a pretty strong case for the latter. And since you aren't entirely human, it isn't technically human experimentation."
You pull at the straps again and thrash your tail in terror, unable to leave the table or escape from the syringes which are approaching your naked skin. How could you have made such a stupid wish? And what animal parts are they going to give you now?