Rusty opened the door to his house hastily; a natural reaction after someone consistently bangs on the door for your attention. He stared at the walkway, only to see nothing, nothing but a nicely wrapped birthday present. He picked up the strange box and read the card attached.
"Rusty," he began reading "I heard it was your birthday and decided to get you a little something for the occasion. Fly on the wings of silver, Spencer Provenzano," Rusty removed the card and opened the box, revealing a bottle of clear liquid. Rusty looked at the bottle before walking back inside. He looked at the bottle not amused.
"Real original Spence," Rusty mused, swirling the liquid in the bottle "It's my birthday; you give me something that turns me into something else because I like transformations. That has to be the most-" Rusty couldn't get the cork off of the bottle any faster; as cliché as it was, he still wanted it. He downed the liquids in seconds and could already feel the changes commence.