Remembering how you got rid off your bunny booty earlier you grip your melting tiger slime hat with both hands and pull as hard as you can.
The latex comes free with a loud sticky noise and you cheer aloud, declaring your invincibilty to the world at large and the array of slime animals that play around your feet in general.
Your moment of glory over, you let go of the remains of the tiger slime, but the striped ooze clings stubbornly to your flesh. You frown, rubbing your hands together inside the goo as you try to work it loose, but only succeed in working the slime into a orange and black striped ball that now covers both hands up to the wrist.
You get angry, pulling your arms apart, the blob stretching as you do so until it finally spilts with a boing.
Satifisied you look at your hands expecting to see the remains of the tiger slime dripping onto the floor, but instead find yourself the not-so-proud owner of a pair of oversized cartoon-like latex tigers paws at the end of your wrists.
You groan, and consider your next move