Martha Beanwright (before transformation, panicked and frantic): You—you don’t understand! The beans! The cursed beans!
I just wanted to make a new recipe! Something different! I found an old jar of spice in my grandmother’s pantry—smelled a little off, but I thought, what’s the harm?
Ohhh, the harm…
The beans came out hotter than a dragon’s breath! I couldn’t eat them, so I fed them to Timmy’s pets, and—they changed! Evil! Magic! I sent you to stop them, but… but…
M-maybe it wasn’t just them…
(Martha suddenly clutches her stomach, her hands trembling, her breathing shallow.)
Martha Beanwright (as the transformation begins, in agony): Oh… no… It’s in me… The beans… I TASTED THEM! (She doubles over, her skin beginning to bubble, her eyes glowing a deep, fiery red.)
I—oh gods, I can feel them inside me! Boiling! Growing! My blood is turning to sauce! My bones are—are—
(Her voice distorts, taking on an eerie, otherworldly tone.)
THE BEANS HAVE CLAIMED ME!
(Her body expands and twists, her flesh melting into a swirling mass of molten beans, her apron barely clinging to what remains of her form. Her fingers stretch into tendrils of steaming bean sludge, her mouth splitting wide, spewing burning bean sauce.)
Bean Elemental Martha (fully transformed, voice echoing unnaturally): YOU! YOU DID THIS! YOU TRIED TO DESTROY MY CREATIONS!
But now… I AM THE BEANS! THE BEANS ARE ME!
COME TO 1230, 2200 AND TASTE THEIR POWER! BE CONSUMED!