Something happens when you put on a mascot costume. Your muscles seem bigger, your voice gets deeper and you suddenly have the ability to shoot lightning from your fingers. You try to speak, but you can only breath fire. You try to calm down, but a group of ninjas attack you for no apparent reason. Luckily, you take them down with ease and steal their ninja swords. Then an eagle comes over and pushes you in the back. You raise your paw and strike him with the fury of ten men. The crowd cheers for blood and you give it to them. Next thing you know, you're in jail, your head is missing and the judge sentences you to twenty years in prison for "eagleslaughter." It's like my girlfriends hot sister always said, "with a great costume, comes great responsibility."
