"Did you want apple-magic-ferret-makers to be your contribution to science?" he asks, his sarcasm laid on the words so thickly that he might actually choke on them if he's not careful, but he's not feeling so pleased after turning into a ferret and now being left half-naked to fumble back into his clothes.

"Unless Mark did do this, in which case, he is hiding a dark side underneath that friendly handsome Martian exterior," he says knowingly. "No one else has been complaining about strange fruit?"