Spat? I don't know a Spat...
Spat (the rat): Hmm, well, you're useless to me. I might as well suck up your magic now.
My magic? What do you mean? And how are you talking? And why is everyone running away from me?
Spat: Why don't you take a look for yourself.
*hands over mirror*
BWA! How am I? Who am I? But, but... how?
Spat: You're an ogre so what? As for the talking, I ate some poison that mutated me. Oh, and you have magic that I'm going to take away from you.
What?!! I have magic? You must be crazy!!
Spat: Well, you will, but only for a few more minutes. I plan to take all your magic, and kill all the monsters of the world. Now, shut up! I've got some work to do!
*puts IV in me*