Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later…

Injected Loki while James held his head and called him “fatbag” in affectionate tones, gave him his treat, and went to put the plastic cap back on the disposable needle, which proceeded to go through the plastic, and into my thumb. It was more of an oblique slice than a puncture, I let it bleed to flush out any stray Loki-bits, and it’s so shallow that it closed up in a matter of seconds, but I am left wondering if trace amounts of insulin and whatever evil lurks in the subcutaneous lard of a Loki will cause me to…oh, I dunno…mutate into Obese Diabetic Catwoman! Fear my awesome power to generate undreamt-of odors! Flee before my high-speed superwaddle!

Well, maybe not…

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