[ Now that Ryunosuke was no longer struggling, Jake's body seems to re-orient. He pops back into shape with an elastic snap, leaving the bedridden man in question holding a very frustrated little dog. ]

I'm a dog, homie! [ He waves his arms for emphasis, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. No acknowledgement paid to the fact that moments ago Jake had the consistency of quicksand. ] Categorically proven to heal the sick with our sweet dispositions and griz. People pay good money for that in hospitals, you're lucky I don't send you a bill!

[ He stops, takes a breath, and continues with the same tone and expression but none of the anger. ]

And okay, maybe I shouldn't have done that! But in my defense, I really didn't think you'd wig out so hard! So... yeah!