Colored Commission for  Serling where he's deflating from something I did. So I just offered him a drink. Something I created from scratch. It smelled divine and how can you not trust this face ^vvv^. So of course Serling took a nice big swig of it. It tasted like it smelt. It immediately went to his head and he felt dizzy. He leaned against the wall and exhaled the delicious drink. But something wasn't right. He kept exhaling and couldn't stop. His legs felt weaker as he dropped the potion. He grabbed his muzzle trying to close his mouth but the air kept coming out. Serling tipped over and fell to the floor. He looked at his feet only to see his feet, flat, hollowed, DEFLATED! He couldn't move them and knew that he had to escape. Serling crawled toward the exit only to see Meta behind him snickering and slowly following him. His lower body now completely hollow as his arms started to get weaker. Reaching toward the doorknob, Serling watch his arm slowly lose it's form and hang from his increasingly heavy arm. As his other arm started to weaken, Serling heard behind him "Now what should I do with you?"