Well, it's fitting...

You analyze the situation and laugh at its simplicity. Jim, the left-wing extremist, is now a donkey, so you decide to continue the symbolism.

Your body grows bigger and bigger, and your skin turns gray and leathery. You fall over onto all fours. Your nose fuses with your upper lip to form a long trunk. A pair of sharp tusks appears, completing your transformation into an elephant.

You trumpet angrily and stomp the wolf to death, then turn to face Jim the Donkey.

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