You try to grab a fold of fur at the top of your chest, figuring that that will be the easiest place to start cutting. The fur is weirdly tight, and it kind of hurts to pinch, but at last you manage to hold a wrinkle of costume material between your claws.
"I'm really not so sure about this," says Jack, wincing slightly as you bring the scissors level with the fabric.
"It's fine," you insist, "I know what I'm doing. These are fabric shears. This is what they're meant for."
"I just don't want you to get hurt," says Jack. There's a slight whimper to his voice. He's that worried about you? You know he has a crush on you, but it's not as though you can't be trusted with scissors!
"I'm being careful!" you insist. Before he can protest farther, you slam the scissors shut.
Snip!
The fabric parts easily, but it feels... odd. Well, it's odd that you can feel it at all! It's not unpleasant, though. Merely a bit prickly, or itchy. "There, see?" you crow. "Nothing to it!"
You continue cutting down the costume's torso, ignoring the sensation, until there is a slit long enough for you to climb out through. You peel it wide- but something is horribly wrong. Where you expected flesh, there is nothing but the inside surface of the costume! Jack woofs faintly in disbelief. "No," he says, "no... That's impossible..."
All of a sudden, you feel weak. Your hollow body starts to collapse. You utter a feeble bark in shock before landing in a pile on the floor. You can feel a cold draft blowing across the silky fabric of your insides, and though you think you can still sort of move, you lack the skeletal framework to make use of it.
What are you going to do about this? What CAN you do?
What are you going to do about this? What CAN you do?