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Meltan, the veritable Alpha Male of all Hogmen, stands idly before you, looking you in your twinkling, magical eyes. He is waiting for a proper response to his grand introduction. As he waits, he snorts impatiently and produces another raw hambone of unknown origin from a belt attached to his greased-stiff tunic. He wears no pants, and his gargantuan, yet tired, wrinkled and stretched-out looking corkscrew of a phallus dangles carelessly in the corrupted, brown wind of his tainted homeland.
Disgusted, you keep trying to reactivate your mana, as you did seconds ago in order to pick up this brute's dirt-covered snack of a lifeform.
You attempt another Aether Blast, thrusting your ghostly palms into the giant's taut gut, this time without shouting the magic words, as to not arouse as much suspicion. It doesn't work.
...
-SNAP!-
-SNAP!-
-SNAP!-
You reactionarily sigh from your umpteenth failed teleportation...
Meltan has already finished noisily munching down his second (actually, his twentieth) hambone of the day, and has nonchalantly discarded the remains once again. Upon closer inspection... What... What meat is he eating? Is he... Is Meltan cannibalizing other Hogmen?
Tired of eagerly waiting for your reply, Meltan frowns and spits gristle, then squeals out in broken language, "Make me more... Hambone!"
This dumb monster wants meat, does he? Well, you'll give it to him! You feel oddly compelled to...
In a fit of Djinn rage, even though all other attempts have failed, you try to bend your mana to your own will. You try summoning 10 tons of mutton, ribs, poultry, waterfowl and horsemeat - anything but the desired hambones - to fall upon Meltan's head, to crush him.
It... almost works...
Okay, not really, not at all.
Instead of Meltan's thick skull, the carnage is plopped down twenty meters away from him, leaving him entirely unharmed... And it just so happens to be entirely hambones, and no other type of meat. Meltan shouts with glee, sets your lamp down carefully, and literally dives into the stack of raw meat, rapaciously yanking off flesh from bone, and devouring handfuls at a time.
You can't even kill swine anymore...
Compared to the height of your power, when you would bury entire armies with a single spell, without breaking a sweat...
Sigh...
At least it seems you can access great amounts of your mana again, to have been able to summon that mountain of meat. You don't even want to return to your cloud palace anymore, if it means being this crippled and discombobulated and out-of-control. This may call for the ultimate back-up plan.
