If I get out of this, remind me to sue Oscar Myer...

You remember that the last thing of meat that you ate was a hot dog. You then realize that there are so many different things that they CAN put into hot dogs that you don't know. While you're busy contemplating, you feel your body go through different shapes and feeling wierd. Then, you shrink a lot, become covered in grey feathers, get a beak, and next thing you know, you're a pigeon. The witch laughs at you. Great... You're now a filthy disease-ridden pigeon... What now?

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