The cord snapped. John shoved Roger on top of the book. The cheery gnome set right to work on readjusted Roger to his new function. Little striations ribbed his face and upper body like some bizarre rash.
Roger looked up at John, and ordered,"Stop this now or you'll be sorry."
"What are you going to do? Are going to chafe and bind? Give me a wedgie? Hahaha! Ow!" John's mirth was cut short by a burning pain in is palm.
He opened his hand in time to see the glowing talisman vanishing into his palm. Instantly, orange striations the twin of Roger's radiated out of his hand and covered his body.
"You better act fast, John. That talisman links you to me forever. Whatever happens to me, happens to you. You're going to be as loyal to me as Ogre, because you want me to a live a long uncomplicated life, so you can too!" Roger's trousers collapsed as he dwindled and shrank as Ogre had earlier.