"He's a [i]demon[/i]," Miss Shoggoth said firmly, "And it's about damn time he learns that. He's an embarrassment to the family name. All this need for [i]love[/i] and [i]affection[/i], like he's some kind of [i]human child[/i]. It's time to grow up, Lawrence. You're going to learn to suck it up like you should have done centuries ago, and these two humans are going to pay the price for your pathetic groveling."

She stood, and suddenly they weren't in the office anymore. They were on what looked like a giant, flat, floating boulder. There was a roar below them: sandworms. Beetlejuice stood to try and do something, [i]anything[/i], but the cuffs that had been bound to his wrists and ankles since this curse started suddenly grew chains, and wrapped him up. 

Miss Shoggoth began to shift, growing tentacles, her mouth expanding. It looked like she was going into her shoggoth form.