Andrew fell to all fours as the fur covered his body, which was rapidly shrinking. As the fur covered his face, he grabbed at his face with his changing hands, as it elongated into a rat's snout, and whiskers grew. Within seconds, Andrew was completely a rat.
Suddenly, he heard a scream. Turning around, Andrew saw a girl pointing at him. "Rat! There's a rat in here!"
As the other people in the arcade backed away, a burly-chested security guard saw Andrew. He marched towards him, looking menacing.
As Andrew frantically looked around for an escape route, he saw the mallet that he had dropped moments earlier; it looked light enough that he might be able to pick it up. Should he run, or fight?