The killer is changing. Flesh and clothing ripple and twitch. The killer’s
face becomes a furry, blood-splashed mask. His eyes swell into huge orbs that 
glint red with the light. His nose and jaw thrust forward. Bared teeth become 
fangs. Between one deafening blast from the Kang and the next, the killer’s
whole body grows and stretches. Torn and tattered clothing falls to the floor. Arms form into 
massive forelegs. A long, sinuous tail rises into view. Tikki whips her free 
hand across her eyes, but the lie remains. She’s looking at herself in a mirror,
shooting at something that looks just like she does when in her natural form.