"I altered it to fit your perceptions," Finkkesteon sneered. "You wanted to be a girl, I [i]made you[/i] a girl."

The wheelchair hit the back of the wall.

"I made it durable so those brats couldn't destroy you. I even put on a softer outer layer so they wouldn't get hurt too much when you hit back. It's functional, more convenient, [i]and[/i] you can still fulfill your initial purpose!"

Carver got closer. Dr. Finklestein tried not to look even a little afraid.

"Un-ungrateful--!"