Hoot, Mon-ster!

As the potion is poured down your throat, your digestive system feels as though it's tying in knots! Your feet turn into huge clawed flippers and your arms, poking out of the sand, are the same. Your neck elongates, and a snout appeares in front of your eyes. You burst free of the sand, having turned into a plesiosaur-type monster! "What have you done to me?" you demand.

"Don't worry, we have the antidote to change you back", replies the pyrot captain, "but you have to bring us something first".

"Like what?"

"Oh nothing much..Just the Crown Jewels of England!"

Written by Andrew (edited by wanderer)

We meet again, Raffles!

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