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Oh, hi. So, how are you holding up? BECAUSE I'M A POTATO.
GLaDOS (PotatOS), Portal 2

And you're having a ball, oh yes,
You're doing it all
Your filthy world's complete.
Then your face, it contorts
into that of a horse
And you've got no more hands and feet.
Watch your paradise turn into Hell.
You've got to buck it up.
You seek and you smell.
Oh well.
Doctor Steel, "Donkey Town"

Pit: Not this guy!
Palutena: An Eggplant Wizard.
Pit: But I don't wanna be an eggplant again!

Maybe the Wabbajack is the Book of Knowledge. Maybe I'm smarter because I know cats can be bats can be rats can be hats can be gnats can be thats can be thises. And that doors can be boars can be snores can be floors can be roars can be spores can be yours can be mine. I must be smart, for the interconnective system is very clear to me. Then why, or wherefore do people keep calling me mad?
Wabbajack. Wabbajack. Wabbajack.

Meryl: The rabbit spell. Yeah, it was a funny prank the first ten or twelve time I fell for it at Deadgrave's.
Jim: It's not a prank. It's a combat control strategy that also happens to be incredibly hilarious.

Yes! You will all be turned into vermin. And some of you will be fish! Yeah, you in the back will be fish!
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Gingerbread"

Um, I've been turned into a cow. Can I go home?
Palace Guard, The Emperor's New Groove

Jimmy: There was once among the Mockers a thief known as the Grey Cat, for his stealth was unmatched. He was given to bold theft and filched some bauble from a magician who viewed the deed with considerable disfavor.
Laurie: What became of him?
Jimmy: He's now the grey cat.

Le Guin draws a clear line between merely taking the form of an animal or object and truly becoming that thing. This dichotomy admits two important things about Changing in Le Guin’s world: one, that it is a useful tool, and that humans are not superior in all ways to the creatures with which they share the world; and two, that the danger to a wizard is not losing his natural race or species, but instead losing himself, losing who he is. A bear is not necessarily less than human, but a human is not meant to live as a bear.

The Sheepinator! One of my favorites...
Dr. Nefarious, Ratchet & Clank (2016)

Now this is a peaceable kingdom to my liking! All my frantic rebels all about me, tamed and trained and loyal. Good dog, Superman. Supergirl, I see your predatory nature has asserted itself... while your fellow insurrectionists - the Jerkwater Losers of America - react like the brainless, harmless vermin we all know them to be. Superboy, as always, your true talent lies in clowning. We could almost work together, m'boy! We'd knock 'em dead in Altoona! Steel, my man, so very proud, so very stubborn... so in need of a good woman to break you. Keep swinging that golden shovel, Gravedigger Lad! We must all pitch in and help with the care and feeding of our new super-pets! And you, Mr Mxyzptlk, my unwitting yet dangerous benefactor... this formless blob of protoplasmic slime somehow seems to sit the futility of the life you lead these days.
The Joker, Emperor Joker

The Vixen: Uh... wait, listen. I've got a proposition.
Mad Jim Jaspers: A proposition? Vixen, aren't you a little too old to be propositioning people? Now... come to Jimmy...
The Vixen: No! No, please...
...But she feels her bones start to flow and contract... and his hands keep getting nearer... and bigger...
Mad Jim Jaspers: There... now, isn't that better? Oh, a four-legged friend, a four-legged friend... she'll never let you do-own...
And if she remembered how, she would very much like to scream.

*squeak squeak squeeeaaak*!
Morgana if hit with the Mouse ailment while still Mission Control, Persona 5

Mimir: Ah, Fafnir! I always wondered what became of him!
Atreus: Wait, "Fafnir"?! Like, "Fafnir's Storeroom" Fafnir?
Mimir: The very one.
Atreus: But Sindri said he was a dwarf!
Mimir: He was! And now he's a dragon. Funny how life works, innit?

The Lone Wanderer: I came here for my father. Now where is he?
Stanislaus Braun: Didn't you figure it out? The dog. So loyal, so trusting... so annoying. I simply made him what he always was.

Prof. McGonagall: Professor Moody! What are you doing?
Prof. Moody: Teaching.
Prof. McGonagall: ... Is that a- Is that a student?!
Prof. Moody: Technically, it's a ferret.

The affected unit's shouts of surprise turn to barks, snorts and brays as this ancient curse takes hold, transforming the weak into lowly beasts over the space of a few terrifying seconds and rendering even the most powerful opponents into wretched half-men.
—The Baleful Transmogrification spell, Warhammer: Warriors Of Chaos Army Book (7th edition)

"Come to me, boy-boy," commanded the leader, his voice hypnotic and only a little squeaky. "Come to us, join the brothers in dark-darkness. Learn to love the rat and all his clever ways. Be one with the rat, be one with the darkness."
The rat-priest's voice continued to drone on, but Ratwald was having difficulty understanding it. His head started to spin, and he sank down to the ground, unable to hold himself upright any longer. Everything seemed so odd, as if his senses had all changed: his eyesight was distorted, his sense of smell was much keener. What was that thing dragging behind him as he moved? He tried to call out for help.
"Eeeep!" went the rat. "Eeep, squeak-eek!"
Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Realm of Chaos - The Lost And The Damned (1st ed)

When is tribe fell upon the human warriors of Catachan, Zogwort was a holy terror, stomping and whooping as he soaked up the raw Waaagh! energy of his feral Ork tribe. When Zogwort could hold it no more, this energy would burst forth in a blinding cascade of pure green light that engulfed the foe, leaving nothing but empty clothes, discarded wargear and puzzled squigs in his wake.
Warhammer 40,000: Codex - Orks (4th ed)

"Upon the discovery of which," said Fastitocalon, straight-faced, "The deputy head was fired and Asmodeus himself got turned into what I understand to be a large banana slug."
"A banana slug?"
"A large one. About so big," he said, holding his hands eight inches apart. "Bright yellow. In which form he will be forced to stay for a term of no less than one hundred years, although I do gather he will be allowed to retain the right to wear a crown or crowns of his choosing, presumably scaled down to fit."
Greta started to say something, and then shook her head. "No, I don't want clarification on how slugs wear crowns, I think."


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