Lost Pancake

Justin stopped dancing after about 25 minutes and nineteen seconds
(roughly).
He realised the weird pseudo-magical stone had made him travel
several miles across the Mollopod planet, and he had no way of
getting back without a long and boring walk.
He seemed to be in the middle of a stark dessert that looked like a
dried up lake. No Mollopods even dared to venture this far away from
their city, and there was no way they would even come here; the
ground was rich with salt which would make their slimy slug-like skin
shrivel.
Justin sat down on a chair. It wasn't particularly comfortable, it
was one of those old antiques made out of solid wood.
"How in the name of holy dingo's kidneys will I get back now? I'm on
an alien planet god knows how far from anywhere!"
"You can start by getting your fat ass off me."
He had not even occurred to him where the chair he was sitting on had
come from. Justin jumped up and glared at it with curiosity.
Not many humanoids had met a Dynamic hypermorphic beast from the
swamps of Na'ark, but those that has has probably just mistaken them
for some intimate object like a chair or a table. Although Dynamic
hypermorphic beasts from the swamps of Na'ark weren't always
disguised as such things, they sometimes appeared as other animals,
and sometimes as people. They were however always extremely
intelligent, but quite annoyed at people mistaking them for things to
sit on.
"Who are you and why are you talking to me?"
"Oh, you're one of those aren't you?"
"One of what?"
"One of those same-shape things. Doesn't that get rather boring?"
"What?"
"Staying the same shape all the time."
"No... I don't think so. I haven't really thought about it."
The Dynamic hypermorphic beast from the swamps of Na'ark transformed
into a snooker cue. "I'd have thought staying the same shape would be
a bit limiting."
"Erm... well maybe so. But isnt it a bit confusing?"
"Why?"
"Well how do you buy clothes?"
"We don't!"
It changed into a bar of soap, complete with little round hairs.
"Oh."
"Okay then, mister same-shape, if you fall into a hole, how do you
get out of it?"
"Dunno. I fetch a ladder I guess."
"What if you don't have one?"
"Um... I starve."
"Haha! Got you there haven't I?! You starve. Bloody useless aren't
ya?"
"Hey!"
"So what are you then? Humanoid."
"Human actually."
"You sure?"
"Definately!"
"Well you have to check I guess, I mean some people say they're
human, and might even think they're human. But aren't."
"Do they? I don't think I know any."
"You sure?"
"No... I suppose not! I'm not a doctor! Look, I'm in a bit of a
pickle, you wouldnt mind transforming into a car or something so i
can drive back to my friends?"
"What am I? Some sort of rent-a-polymorph? Is that what I look like
to you?"
"No, you look like a tea-set. And that won't get me very far."
"Yes well, its better than being an unshapely bad of bones and flesh
isnt it?"
"Heres a fiver."
"What?"
"A fiver, to drive me a few miles that way. There's some caves you
see... and we were on this mission to make the Mollopods like us."
"What do you think I'd do with a fiver?!"
"I dunno... buy things."
"I dont have any pockets to put it in."
"Oh well, screw you, I'm going to walk."
"No, wait. I'll take the fiver. I need it to buy some drugs!"
"Cool! I'll give you a tenner when we get there if you transform into
an extremely hot girl and pretend to be my girlfriend."
"You're on."