Limit break, eh?
I summon a Mandrill. Don't ask me how, I just get one. Now I make friends with the Mandrill, perhaps talking to it about trains. Mandrills love trains. Don't ask me why, Mother Nature is messed up like that. So we are there talking about trains, and I mention how goblins dislike trains. Yes, goblins dislike trains. Who knows why, I'm not into histroy crap. So the Mandrill gets really angry. Not Clint Eastwood angry, not Hulk angry, Freakin' bizare angry. The Mandrill starts ripping off it's fur and makes a real rukus.
Now here I am, sitting there with cuts and scrapes and an angry Mandrill, and I see some goblins. Now I don't say nothin', as the Mandrill starts to charge the goblins. Normally goblins like to swarm, and they were pretty much surrounding us. But the Mandrill didn't care, leaping hairless and shouting. You know what it does? It starts throwing up. Now I don't think they could have that much in it's stomach, but it was heaving chunks like a Hydra taking town a village filled with kids.
Now keep in mind these goblins were trying to swarm the Mandrill, and were suddenly assulted by spit-up. Jeez, they were a mess. Now somehow Mother Nature was messing around with goblins, and she thought it funny to make them react to Mandrill vomit. Why? I don't know, for giggles? Anyway, the goblins started to change. Like, skin turning to paint and painting a new form on the canvas of reality. So these goblins are different. They look more like freakin' snails. But they have several head. Flail-shaped head.
The Mandrill turned the goblins to Flail-snails.