You quickly scamper down to window that leads to Mr. Smith’s office and leap in chittergrowling.
He looks at you calmly. “Yes?”
You’re too angry to answer in much more than cusswords and chatterspits, getting squirrel spittle all over his desk.
Mr. Smith simply sits there waiting for you to calm down a bit. You finally pant out, “It was accidental.”
“What was?” he simply asks.
“The kid and his mother on his way into your lab. The child was holding out a treat and I missed the treat and accidentally nipped his fingers.”
Mr. Smith grins and chuckles quietly, shaking his head slowly. “Good timing. No, it’s not your fault, Aldin. She was being ‘downsized’ by her company. They were going to wind-up in the lab whether or not you bit the child.” He leaned forward. “However, we would have had no choice in the matter if she wasn’t being ‘downsized’ after you told her what goes on here.”
(chatterspit) “They friggin’ understood me and I panicked…" you pause in realization, "just like my instincts told me to do. Instincts your lab boys put there.” You lash your tail about angrily. “If they hadn’t understood me, there would have been nothing for me to tell them.” You pause a moment. “It’s a shame I’m not at fault, ‘cause if I was, I’d give you a few good nips too, even though it would probably be the last thing I did.”
Mr. Smith didn’t even bat an eyelash at the threat. “When you’re done your little tirade, Aldin, the kid is asking for you. Since you already told him and his mother what’s happening, you might as well be our ‘spokesquirrel’ and give’em the rest of the spiel.” He gestured towards the door behind him as a tech opened it. “Go on.”