“Jack? Why are you holding a frog at gunpoint?” Ianto was used to Torchwood weirdness, but some days seemed extra surreal.
“It’s not a frog, it only looks like a frog,” Jack explained. “In reality, it’s a Gursian Sneed. They’re masters of disguise. I tracked it here.” Jack waved the arm his VM was strapped to.
“Small things are they, Sneeds?”
“No, they’re around our size.”
“How’s it disguising itself as a frog then?”
A nearby bush started to sidle away.
“After it!” Jack yelled, and off they went, leaving the frog to leap back into its pond.