The dog-faced mutent is hidden in the shadows, sharpening her blade. "Listen," she woofs, "Mount Olympus is a tough place. The rents get higher every year, and the whole complex is crawling with dangerous dog-faced mutents. You have the approximate body shape and temperament I've searched for all my life, what would you say to disappearing up the coast and starting over with me?"
"But all my friends are here."
(Drink a canister of liquid and become a dog-faced mutent.)