You don't notice the guy's description offhand because all you see is a plate containing a block of Spam on it. You've never eaten Spam and you've been pretty proud of that, but at this point you're not going to argue (seeing as how your entire life is falling apart right now).
You grab the hunk of uncooked spam (eww) and take a big bite out of it. You notice the leaves that are now coating your hands slowly fall off and your roots rapidly retract into your feet, leaving only the holes in your cheap ass sneakers to remember them by. Within moments you're completely human (again).
If this were an action movie you'd have a clever quip readily prepared, but its' not so all you can manage is a hearty:
"W-T-F!" you say (that's right your so stunned that you revert to the type of language usually reserved for net rats and MMORPG Freaks.)
"Hey, name's Terry," says the person who saved you "I come from a large group of people who decided to 'get back to nature' in some way and managed to almost turn ourselves into willow trees. Fortunately some truly intelligent person who we call 'Handle Taken' we found out that any plant transformation could be reversed by eating processed foots. I would have offered you Twinkies or Ho-Hos but I ate all those just getting out to you."