Granted. The weather clears up and you go to the damn fishing trip. While at the dam a guy who is running from the FBI slips something into your pocket before throwing himself from the rail. You touch yourself a little while watching him fall, but then you notice that you have like extra hair on your knuckles. Then you start morphing into a liger and taking out police and civilians alike. Suddenly your hit with a scud missle and you die.
I wish I had a sandwich.