Oh Word Wizard! I'm not sad, I'm not sad at all.
Meadow looks at her Alice Cooperesque face in the mirror,
I hope Philomena can't see me, she would be soo upset, it took her four hours to do this make up!
There is a loud crackling sound in the room, smoke begins to curl out of her eyes and ears;
Now look what you've done word wizard! I am spontaneously combusting......... I am burning alive, are you satisfied now? There is no magic in the land, no wizard, no witch who has the power to quell these flames. Only one thing can douse this fire within me and we both know what that is don't we
Now then Word Wizard, the choice is yours. In ten minutes Meadow Goblinglitter will be no more. You will instead have before you a mound of molten ash which was once Meadow......unless you quell the flames!
Come ON! I'm not exactly ugly am I? What IS your problem unless.......you don't bat for the other side do you?
You have ten minutes to decide if you are going to save poor Meadow, just how proud are you?
Goodbye cruel Wizard, the time is ticking...
Tick, tock, tick, tock.......