Roger stood and screamed. The scream became a honk. The living deadman sprouted wilted grey weathers and started to shrink. The others stared and watched at Roger's continued torment.
First, he'd been flayed alive a thousand times, and reconstituted alive all the worse for wear, and now he was changing into a goose. And not an ordinary goose. Spells on top of spells.
When it finally stopped, the players found themselves staring at a mostly plucked, deathly green-grey skinned goose covered with scars. Nervously, Petey spoke, "He's uh kinda like uh, Franken--goose!"
Little Johnny just laughed, and ran back to his seat. He shoved the dice toward Petey. Roger just honked mournfully.