OLICK THE TERRIBLE

The club smashed into Olicks head sending him to the ground. Olicks mind reeled, "transform" he thought desperately "TRANSFORM NOW!" The Hog raised the club once more, he grabbed the handle with both hands, his gleaming eyes taking dead aim at Olicks head.
Olick imagined himself as a raging, muscle bound, fierce battle Rhino "transform, transform!"
With an almighty THUD the club crashed into the ground, Olick felt himself dematerialise, his body particles fizzing and popping into thin air. The hog stumbled forward, blinking with confusion, he fully expected to have a smashed pulp of a head under his club. "What the?!" he exclaimed, examining the business end of his club for pulverised remains and finding nothing of the sort.
Olick found himself stuck to the dungeon wall.
"oh...wonderful, I'm snot" Olick thought as his now amorphous body dribbled down the wall.
The hog looked perplexed as he bent down and dipped his hand into Olick. Hog sniffed at it ," Mmm smells like snot." Hog licked Olick, "Yarp tastes like snot" he grunted, "must be snot". Attempting to shake the gloop off his hand but failing, he opted for smearing it off on the back of his pants instead. Hog, still confused looked around for Olick but being of small mindedness and receiving no instant stimulation quickly grew bored and slothed his way out of the gates of the city to where equally defunct guards stood around trying to eat a small wicker basket.