I liked the red and white stripes so much, that I envied them. My envy turned to lust, and lust turned to jealousy, and jealousy turned to larceny: I stole them. Somehow, my entire body ("entire" seems somewhat of an overstatement, considering my diminuative size) was covered with red and white stripes, and Viper's wings had returned to their normal coloration.
"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!" I revelled.
