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It was the middle of the night, as Marty skated to Doc's garage. Everybody was asleep at this hour, so why did Doc call him this late in the night? As he crouched underneath the slightly open garage door, he was immediately met with a flurry of furiously happy licks from Einstein. "Doc-" Marty tried to speak through Einstein's joyful way of saying hello. "Doc, why'd you call me at the stroke of midnight?" He asked. Doc, who'd been standing there, suddenly jolted to attention. "Ah! Marty, my boy! It's good to see you." He warmly spoke, helping Marty up and petting Einstein, whilst cooing over him. Marty then saw the rather large... device? Experiment? Who knew, on the table, with a taped on X-that-marked-the-spot. It looked like a cylinder, with a robotic arm sprouting from it, with a mean-looking syringe on the end. "Doc, what is that?" Marty inquired. Doc, like a bolt of electricity, stood straight up, focused. "Ah! That, my boy, is a DNA Transfer Device. Or a DTD for short." He answered. Oh great, Marty thought. Wasn't time travel enough? Couldn't he just stay away from tampering with nature? "Great, great, what the hell does it do?" Marty inquired further. "You see, the DTD transfers DNA from one organism to the other! Say you wanted an-an orange banana? Or a-uh, strawberry that tasted like a lemon? The possibilities are endless!" Doc spoke, waving his arms in his usual grandiose self. Marty chuckled, shaking his head. "Let me guess, that chute" He pointed to the chute on the side of the machine, labelled "INSERT DNA" on it. "Has something to do with it."
"Correct! Now, all we need to do is-" Doc answered, before the lights went out. They sighed in unison, another blackout. "You go fix the generator, I'll handle the DTD." Doc asked, and Marty simply nodded. Neither of them noticed Einstein sneezing, and his fur falling gently into the chute.
Outside, Marty looked at the worn-down generator, and he wasn't half surprised that there used to be a family of squirrels living in that shabby thing. It simply didn't work. However, as the half-moon's light shone upon the grass, Marty got an idea: What if he hot-wired it to run on moonlight? In other words, reflected sunlight? It wasn't hard to find solar panels around here, and once he hooked it up, He flipped the switch.
Back inside, Doc was waiting, hand on the taped on X-that-marked-the-spot. He looked at a decently old photo of him and his sons, Jules & Verne, on their first field trip. He was one of the chaperones, after all. It felt so recent, yet so far away-
OW!
He felt a stinging pain in his hand, as the DTD whirred to life, and stabbed the table repeatedly once Doc took his pricked hand off. He was bleeding, but...
His nails.. were they.. always that long and sharp?
He fainted, eyes open, ignorant of the soon-to-be changes. Marty walked back inside, to see his best friend fainted on the floor. Immediately, he dialed up the wall phone. "Yes? I-Yes, just- Please, He's fainted and he's bleeding!- Ok? Ok. Thank you!"