“Billy the Bucktooth Beaver!” Cassie Bailey, the rugby team captain, had called Nico as soon as he walked out onto the field in his blue and yellow beaver costume. She punctuated this by jotting her teeth out into an overbite to mimic the goofy, googly-eyed mask he would be donning. “Sorry if the mask stinks dude.” she said. “That was for the other chick, not you. But it's all yours now.” Nico pretended he hadn't heard her and grabbed the mangy beaver head laying on a bench next to the team’s water cooler. Before placing the beaver's head over his own, he sniffed inside of it. Sure enough, the tell-tale mustiness of athlete’s foot and something else he couldn't quite figure out was buried into the shredded foam. “Is that spoiled milk? Oh, fuck this...” He thought as he laid it back down on the bench, now paranoid about whether anything else malicious had been done to the rest of the costume he was wearing. He raised his furry blue arms and nervously sniffed at them.