You know you're going to need weapons for this mission, and all you've got on you is your old HK 4 from the shoebox in the closet. You've heard - hell, everyone's heard - of secret squirrel weapons caches hidden throughout the forest.
You need weapons, you've got a squirrel for a sidekick... why not ask him about it?
"Say, Chi-ci-cli," you say after a sip of tea, "do you know anything about these secret squirrel weapons caches that are rumoured to exist in the forest?"
Chi-ci-cli's expression wavers. He puts his scone down on the table. "Dammit," he says, "we were doing fine here. You gotta go and ruin it. Why couldn't you just stay dumb, you loser?"
"Wa- what, Chi-ci-cli? What?" you stammer.
"Sorry," he says. "But the squirrel code of honor dictates that I gotta kill you for having the temerity to even bring that stuff up." He lunges at you, front teeth bared, and the world disappears in a smear of red.
The End.