"Damon, I know that you want to be a part of my carnival, but I think it would be better for you down in the sewers. I know a small town with a disused portion of the sewers. Sewage still flows through there and so you'll be constantly dining on the most delicious mixture of waste kitchen oil, tampons, diapers, sanitary wipes, among other things. I hope you enjoy it, Damon. You're going to live down in that sewer clinging from roof for the rest of your life. Which, by the way, is going to be for another 200+ years.", said Monica. She then flicked her wrist in Damon's direction. His clothes disappeared as a terrible smell radiated off him. It smelled like he was homeless or something, but then the smell continued to get even worse as it took on the aroma of a sewer. The smell may have well smelled like a rose to Damon, because he thought the smell was heavenly. His skin took on a sickly grey hue as his body gained weight and his limbs shrunk into his body. His neck lowered into his torso as his chin connected and merged into his torso making him look like a fat disgusting smelly ghost. The audience was horrified and the sound of retching could be heard coming from the crowd. Even Madame Illusia, who was regularly accustomed to bad smells from different transformations over the years, had to cover her nose with her hand to cut down on the stench. After a while, his body turned to gray stinky sewage fat and a blood stained tampon could be seen sticking out of his forehead. As quickly as she could, Madame waved her hand again and transported Damon to his new home, much to the relief of everyone except Monica, his girlfriend sitting in the crowd. She definitely intended to have words with Madame and thus balled up her fists and walked up on stage. Meanwhile in the sewers somewhere, Damon was hanging up-side down. His head was dipped under the raw sewage that passed around him. He was enjoying his new environment and the diapers that floated by made the fat taste all the much better giving it an earthy flavor.