Caradorc
Yeah, the minions of the great and fearsome He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named have lately taken to turning people into members of the squash family. Really strikes fear into the heart of the public and all.
Anyway I should be out of there before any of them show up, as is my way, so they won't get a chance to vegetate me. Save your worrying for your own arse.
And that's... fucking creepy, Doc. Plus I'd hate to be the unfinished business tying your ethereal form to the world until the end of time or what-have-you. I don't think you can just pop in for a drink or two then pop on back.