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Ear of rabbits, scale of snake,
in the cauldron boil and bake.
Toenails from the grave we've plucked,
all the innards of a duck.
Wart of frog and spot of leopard,
devil's soup, we shall shepherd.
Okay, hold on a second.
Tamsin, your tone is a little blase.
Yeah, if you could muster up a little gusto,
we'd really appreciate it.
Fine, gusto.
Whatever. Let's do some magic.
Pearl of necklace from a widow,
broken branch of weeping willows.
Spiders' legs and scalp of deer,
drink this batch your end is near.
Eye of newt and tongue of cat,
hair of goat and wing of...
falcon.
Falcon, really?
It rhymes with cat.
Cat, I have no idea.
It's a bat. Tamsin, what gives?
Nothing. I forgot, it's just a lot to memorize.
Tamsin, I don't feel like you're not present.
Like you're here, but you're not here.
I thought you liked doing spells?
I do... well, I did.
It's just that my politics have changed a bit.
Oh, oh, well.
Excuse us for trying to poison, castrate
and hex somebody on a Saturday night.
You know what? I feel like I'm kind of over it.
You know, I didn't want to say anything,
but, you know, I sort of met someone.
He's really cute and you actually know him.
I'm kind of sort of dating Giles Corey.
The puritan?
Are you shitting me?
We're in the romance phase of our relationship,
and I really want to spend more time with him.
Wow, I mean really wow.
Way to drop a cannonball.
You know, Lilura would never do something like this.
Oh, she's right, I wouldn't.
Yeah, 'cause Lilura could never get a date.
What the?
And what do you care, Hecate?
I know you're always talking about me behind my back.
"Oh, Tamsin didn't get the lizard's leg,
that's really gonna fuck up the spell now!"
Well, it did fuck up the spell.
You're always fucking this up.
I can hear you clear across the forest
- with that shrieking voice of yours. - You sound like a Macaw.
Can we just finish this so I don't have to throw away all this crap?
It's not like I can just pick things up at a trading post.
Yeah, can you manage that, Tamsin?
Or has your pea of a brain forgot the most basic spell?
Cursing a townsperson
who has a great deal of trouble minding their own business
and will suffer the repercussions
by being blinded in the right eye,
deaf in the left ear and made to walk with a subtle,
but uncomfortable stagger.
You know what? I'm getting out of here.
Giles and I have a date.
We're going to see a loot player.
To the Earth, this bit is bound.
Fettered legs unto the ground.
What're you doing?
Root of Quercus grow round this witch
stifle with branches, the little.
Are you turning me into a freaking oak tree?
Oh, look who remembers her spells?
Conjoin the pair unto the hip,
one body for two, you are equipped.
A Siamese twin spell?
This some sick shit, Tamsin.
Well, if you want a pompous dictator,
I wouldn't have to be doing this.
Well at least I can read.
I know how to read, I just can't write.
All right, things are getting a little out of...
Hair.
That's it.
Ow!
Where are you?
Mother.
Don't touch the hair.
You two are the worst.
Way to go, Tamsin.
I hope you're happy with yourself.
Oh, stick a broom in it, Hecate.
Oh, let's go action!
Falcon?
- Really? - Mhm.
Think it through.
And what do you care.
Let's go back.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Cursing a townsperson who has a big...
Cursing a townsperson who has made a big deal of my...
Oh, fuck me, sorry.
Cursing a townsperson who's made a great deal of my...
Fuck!
All right, all right!
Keep going, oh.
And who wanna fuck up the spell now?
I hear, I hear you, I hear everything you're saying.
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