Isaac Evans sat quietly at his desk in his office, hunched over a heap of papers that needed reading and grading. It was a daunting task, considering the subject matter. Two months prior, he'd given his students the assignment, instructing them to write an 8-10 page paper on the effects of corporations such as Wal-Mart on small towns, and other such injustices to small businesses, or "little people." A half-drank beer sat on the desk next to his keyboard, accompanied by two other empty bottles of the same brand. This was how he unwound at night. As he thumbed through pages, his head began to hurt, and he sat back, rubbing his temples as he took deep breaths. He reached for his beer, chugged the last few gulps, and sat the now empty bottle next to the others. It was then that his impulse became too great for him to control. He frowned in concentration, and a half-smile appeared on his lips as he began to morph. He could feel his cells mutating, his limbs retracting. It was almost painful, but it was a good pain, he thought. Seconds later, a black and white tuxedo cat replaced him on the swiveling desk chair. He swished his tail and hopped onto the desk, knocking the bottles over with a clatter to the ground, a few flecks of leftover beer splashing out and onto the stack of unread papers.