The creature begins to laugh, a high-pitched crackly laughter which hurts your eardrums. "So, you are male, are you? Excellent. I am bound to the laws of chivalry, making my magics ineffective against the fairer sex. But you are not the fairer sex, and I shall twist you to my will!"

At this point, the figure laughs again. "You see, the skin on the flesh door is starting to rot. I really wish we could find a good taxidermist around here, but nooo... So I'm gonna use you to change it out. Heck, while I'm at it, I think that bone door's becoming a bit stale. The bottom left corner might need replacing...I think your shin bones will do nicely..."

The figure probably said more, but by this point...you're dead.