Spell's not the right word for it. It's... complicated.

Guess the shortest I can make of it's that we were under some kinda compulsive curse. If we didn't do what we were told, we turned into souless monsters. If we did, we got the immortality gift basket—but as a livin' statue.

Guess what we got stuck with? [A chuckle.] Don't know how we came outta it. That should've been impossible. But here I am.