Sorry I was having writer's block.

"So...many...potatoes..." Randy panted as he got into the lair.

"Hello, Ninja."

"H-hey S-socerer." Randy panted, hunching down and holding his leg for support.

"I'm guessing the science fair didn't go so well?"

"H-how could you … tell?"

The Sorcerer smirked a bit.

"Those potatoes were harder to fight than stanks." Randy panted out.

"Stronger than stanks?" The Sorcerer asked. "I highly doubt that."

"Every time I cut it with my sword, there was more!" Randy protested.

"I see..." The Sorcerer said. "I have a question that I've been wondering for a while. Have you ever been stanked Ninja?"

"Actually...no." Randy said. "But I've heard it's not actually that bad."

"Well on my end, it's dreadfully painful."

"It is?" Randy asked.

"Yes...it drains my energy and makes me sore." The Sorcerer explained.

"Well, at least you got a break today." Randy said.

"I wish I could say the same to you, Ninja."

"N-no, I'm fine...just a little...out of breath, but fine..."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Being stanked."

"W-wait, wh-what? I thought it was an involuntary action." Randy said.

"It is, but that doesn't mean I can't do it by will." He said.

"Wouldn't it hurt you?" Randy asked.

"Not if I choose to do it." The Sorcerer explained. "It's not painful and can be controlled if I do it by will."

"I-I guess I could try it.." Randy said nervously.

"Alright then, stand still" The Sorcerer gathered a small amount of stank and surrounded the freshman.

The transformation was actually very gentle and not painful out all.

Randy was a powerful looking stank. His fur was shaggy and purple with a few strands that were black and red. His eyes were yellow and shined brightly. His claws were the same size and shape as the ninja sword and his teeth were sharp. He had a collar with The Norrisu Nine symbol on it. The way he stood was similar to a gorilla, he was standing with his fists clenched.

He roared and it felt great. It's like all the stress he ever had from being The Ninja was let out from roaring.

"See, it isn't so bad." The Sorcerer said.

"Not...bad...me like." Randy said. His voice was pretty deep and gruff. He started scratching stuff and actually having fun as a stank. But, deep down he was worried. The Nomicon was gonna flip it's cover when he could talk to it again!

He kept roaring, loving the power he felt from it. He felt much stronger than he did in the suit. If only he could be a stank when he fought.

Of course his new center of balance made it a tad difficult to walk. He manged by gripping his back, sword claws into the ground.

The Sorcerer gently pet him and he let out something that sounded like a purr.

"Are you ready to be destanked?"

Randy thought for a moment. He knew he'd have to face the Nomicon sooner or later and it would be better to get it over with. He nodded.

The Sorcerer gently grabbed the collar around his neck and yanked it off, ripping it.

Randy was destanked and luckily still in his suit. He noticed the lack of stanknesisa and had two theories for it.

One: It was because it was controlled stank and it made him not lose his memory

Two: Ninjas remembered being stanked, so if they wonk up they'll know they did it and rush to fix it...or maybe The Nomicon doesn't let them forget to chastise them about later.

"That was actually kinda fun." Randy said. "Maybe we can do it again?"

"Maybe Ninja." The Sorcerer yawned. "But right now I need to rest. It doesn't pain me to do this, but it does ware me out."

"Okay, sorry about that..." Randy said.

"It's fine Ninja." He yawned. "I just need to sleep for a while.

"O-okay." Randy said, still a little upset.

…...

When Randy got home he nervously grabbed The Nomicon. It was glowing fiercely.

Randy gulped and opened it.

The Nomicon drew a picture of stanked Randy, smashing Norisville High and scaring the students. Then it drew an image that made Randy's blood boil.

It had drawn Howard and stanked Randy went up and sliced his with his claws, killing him instantly.

"Alright, Nomicon! That's going to far! You never threaten Howard like that, ever!"

The Nomcion erased the doodle and replaced it with these words:

To become your enemy is to embrace evil

"He only stanked me for fun! I could control myself, I wasn't going to hurt anybody!"

The Nomicon kicked him out and Randy glared at it. He put it in a drawer before going to bed.