More Rubbishy Transformations

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EP clicked his fingers, and a minion wandered out with a piece of paper and a pen. EP sat at a table. "Right, 'ideas for Dean's -mind name'. Any thoughts?""Evil Submind?""Evil semi-mind?""Anti-mind?""Im-mind?""dismind?........"<snip>
 
Trying to avoid doing anything remotely heroic, Mark McJohn decided to hide himself in a small plastic booth near the stairwell leading up to one of the castle towers.
 
He would have been perfectly safe there had he not made the mistake of pressing a button clearly labelled "DO NOT PRESS".  The booth lit up in a fairly plaid manner, and made some very stranges noises for a minute before McJohn staggered out.  He was hunched over now, walking with his arms helping him along.  His face tightened up and his voice became very croaky.
 
He bounded up the tower stairs and right into the room where Evil Phil and Dean's head were talking.  Mark grabbed a duffle bag lying discarded in the corner, scooped up Dean's head in the bag, and scampered out of the room before anyone could stop him, all the time muttering "Preciousss..."