1179 >Mew Mew: become one

You are now Mew Mew, time pythoness.  Your powers will now come to you naturally, after all, you no longer are dead.  Your eyes seem to have changed.  They no longer reflect your affliction with cats, but something more akin to a record from a record player.  You prepare yourself for the upcoming time nonsense that you'll have to learn and do.  You smile from being alive now.   Your nose smells smells you've never thought were possible.  Your previous smell receptor only smelled sweetness, or nothing.  The land is humid, tobacoy.  It's good.

>Mew Mew: stop floating