As his digits fused and swelled the fur began to spread further and further towards his torso. Skin and fur began to compete for space, as the battle between Burt's humanity, and the shirt's intentions began to kick into full effect. Already the change was spreading to his mind, as his now elongated mouth began to speak in a high pitched Aussie accent which wouldn't sound too out of place from a Saturday morning television slot. His sense of self was beginning to become compromise, as he realized the true power of the purple triangled shirt.