Seth writhed on the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his entire body spasmed like it was trying to tear itself apart. He quickly turned over, starting to scratch at the ground with his hands.
All of a sudden he had been filled with the urge to dig, to be surrounded by warm comfortable dirt and to find some nice, juicy worms to munch on. But just as that thought entered his mind, he writhed again and let out an agonising scream.
His body wriggled on the ground as his arms stopped digging and instead flopped uselessly around him, as he couldn't figure out how to use them. They just didn't make sense, he had never had arms before. Worms didn't have arms! How did he even know what arms were?
Over and over his behaviour shifted, cycling between hundreds of different strange, illogical and contradictory actions as he behaved like he was all sorts of animals. At least he did for a few minutes, before standing up out of nowhere and looking around confused.
