Maybe this will refresh your memory of how this works:
You ate something, and now you feel funny… you’re turning into a pig!
“Dimly you remember: Pigs aren’t tended for their fleece, like sheep; nor for their milk, like cows; nor for their eggs like hens. You have only one purpose — one destiny. You roll sorrowfully in the mud, knowing that you are nothing more than pounds and pounds of ham and sausage and bacon.”
“Your human memory stirs. You do have a chance. But you’d better go on a diet.”
(From You are a Shark By Edward Packard, via Cracked)
Oh well. You are served up as a slab of peameal bacon and devoured by a hockey team. Go back to the start you weirdo.
Or – Exit Via Poem.