I look at my Syringes, looking to be thinking for a moment as she talks. I might consider giving them up but they ment so much to me... Everything I had done in a Syringe labeled "Caution". Wonder what it possibly did that was so dangerous. At the moment she moves, I realize what she's trying to do. "No!" I roar out with anger, punching her with my paw and knocking her down. With evil looking eyes, its obvious how angry I am. My teeth sharpen even more, my claws growing as I grip the Syringe. My entire body becomes more rabid by the second and I slam my arm down in a attempt to stab her with the Needle, enough time given for a easy retaliation to be made.