You're at a mirror in the True Lab. An exclamation mark bubble appears, before transforming into some sort of "bird" abomination, identified as ","

Don't pick on me. Creak, creak. Not this time.

All these words are mashed into a jumble as ,........ speaks? Croaks? Wails? Whatever this thing is, it's a terror to behold. You can't kill it, .'s an Amalgamate. But try and remember what you did to spare the enemies comprising ,.

Take your last look. Shudder, shudder. I've made my choice.