Jon moaned, he wasn't in pain all over anymore, but rather it seemed to be centered in just a few places. For one, about half of his head seemed to be in a kind of dull pain, specifically the lower half, had he slept on his face wrong?
After that his back was in dull pain, which became sharp pain the moment he tried to move.
His ears had continued to elongate, and were now each three feet long and rather heavy, and when one of them folded over in response to gravity's call, it kind of... well it didn't tickle anyways.
His feet were fine, all three of them, and his sixteen fingers, three of which were his right thumbs, all felt fine more-or-less, except for that one that seemed to be all fingernail and no knuckle.
Only one eye actually opened, the reason for this being the tooth growing out of his skull from the top part of his left eye socket, which also happened to be three inches long and had grown through his eyeball rendering it totally useless.
As he got out of bed, moaning and groaning like some kind of undead mutated beast, Jon could only think one thing: 'Gotta get the stone to fix this!'
He did finally get the stone, and it was great, and he said, "I wish I hadn't caught MORFS."
Of course all that came out was unintelligible mumblings, as he no longer had the greater part of his lower jaw. But he hoped for a moment that maybe the stone would be able to understand him anyway, granting the desire without the words.
He REALLY hoped so. He really did.
