The Dragon Polymorph:

The cat broke. I’m going to dissolve "holes", the most nuclear, so that the throat doesn’t hurt. The candy alone fell on the floor without a wrap, well, the cat on the second spacecraft flew and from the move into the fist, and let’s bite, bite and chew. It smells delicious, but the hell of chemistry did its job: the cat's eyes popped out, the debris of the unfortunate puddle fell out, and with wild cat matts began to wear around the room, futile splashing and sneezing. The Poor.