“That’s right! But you got one thing wrong. It’s ‘kill’, not ‘defeat’!” Dark Alice corrected, boasting.
“In that case, I shall grant your wish.” Scheherazade said cooly. With a snap of her fingers, a light briefly enveloped Schrödinger. Suddenly, the cat began to expand to enormous proportions, it’s body inflating as though it were a balloon.
“M-meow~” Schrödinger called, exhausted.