You freak out. Somehow you've gained a bunny tail and now, having pulled on it, fur is spreading outwards over your body. Panic grips your soul, and with a little scream you rush towards the lounge, heading for the little kitchenette with the cocktail glasses you spotted on the way in. Wrenching drawer after drawer open till you find the prize your looking for, a sharp bladed kitchen knife!
With an awkward shuffle and a hop you line up the accursed bunny tail with the corner of the benchtop and swing the knife desperately behind you hoping that removing your rabbity appendage will stop the fuzz that's emerging from your skin.
Pain. A searing pain that sends a bolt up your spine, and your scream echoing through the building but least the pin-prick tickle of emerging fur has ceased. You feel something leaking out of the self-inflicted wound, and reach past the partially severed tail to stem the blood only to pull your hands back as you touch something entirely unexpected sticking out of the injured spot.
"What on earth....?" You ask aloud, staining your neck to stare.....