Human
Rex tries not to hyperventilate. If he has learned anything from Stephanie over the years, it's how to go straight into panic mode and start hyperventilating immediately.
"Deep breath, babe." Rex fans and tells himself in a calm and assertive voice.
Yes, he has learned something from Ranger, too. He's a smart hamster, mind you, and no, he doesn't spend his days doing nothing but running, pooing and stuffing his mouth with raisins like your average family pet, thank you very much. Rex does an eye roll to no one in particular, and is happy to find that his heart rate is back to normal. Thinking of Ranger always has a calming effect on him, and he still has no idea why Stephanie once told him thinking of Ranger made her all hot and bothered. Must be one of those human or girl things, Rex decides and quickly throws the thought behind him as he goes back to stare at the little drop of pink liquid at the bottom of the crystal bottle.
Rex can feel his eyes start to twitch. He knows he is doomed. He has heard about it a long, long time ago when he was still a cute little baby hamster living in a small pet store with his brothers and sisters. Some stupid human wanted to challenge fate but got tricked and punished instead. Rex vaguely remembers the sad, forlorn look on the old long haired guinea pig's fluffy face when she told the story over and over and over again until one day an old man in black suit came into the store and took her away.
"Beware of the crystal bottle!" She kept on screaming at them in her shrill rodent voice from inside the black cardboard box. "Beware of the crystal bottle!"
A cold, unpleasant shiver slowly runs down Rex's spine and makes him nauseous. He looks down at himself. He now has two hands, two legs, and if what Stephanie said is right, a hairy butt, a hairy chest, and an ugly eagle tattoo. A drop of tear falls down Rex's unshaved and most certainly unwashed cheek.
Great. He already misses his tail...