You’d been captured by the notorious Salem Skunk, your best friend Rambley’s archenemy and the person who’d tried to capture you and the rest of Rambley’s gang multiple times. Here you were, in a cage while Salem chuckled to themself, making potions.

they paused. “… wait, no, that’s not the recipe… or is it? Shit shit shit…” Salem frantically tried to fix their mistakes, but they seemed to just get more and more stressed. “no, no, NO!!! stupid skunk!!” you felt… bad?