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A soldier enters the room, looking very serious but not the least bit out of place. You ask him what he is doing in your house.
"I'm here to ask how you're coping with the transformation, of course." Then he looks you up and down and adds, "Whoops. You don't appear to have started, yet. Mind if I have a seat?"
You prepare to tell him that, yes, you mind very much if he has a seat. You are interrupted, though, by a loud crack, followed by another. You wince, realizing that both of your ankles have broken spontaneously. You try to kneel but cannot.
Within seconds, your legs stretch like taffy, and the pain subsides immediately. You have no time to rejoice, though, because your attention turns to your thumbs, which are shrivelling up like raisins. At the same time, your hands are expanding like balloons.
"Where's your kitchen?" asks the soldier. This would be a lot better if I had something to eat while I'm watching."
Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)