The contestants entered the auditorium through the same door they had a week ago to thunderous applause. Unlike a week ago, the auditorium was filled to the brim with people. Buff security guards stood along the aisle, preventing any people from leaving their seats and interfering with the contestants as they made their way to the stage.
    “Ladies and Gentlemen! The assistants have arrived and we can finally get this show on the road!” Drake said, stirring the crowd into a frenzy. “A week ago we tasked these assistants to put their own spin on some classic magic tricks, and now the culmination of their hard work has come to fruition!” More cheers. “Now you all have the much easier task of watching them, and showing them some appreciation! Can you all make some noise?” Whoops and hollers.

    “Now, who wants to see some magic!!!”

~~~
Ophelia

    David absolutely hated his current get-up, however it was the sole way Ophelia would actually compete within the competition. His face and whatever skin was showing was heavily powdered to give him a similar ghostly pale look to Ophelia’s natural paleness. While he would normally wear a standard suit and tie getup, maybe a top hat if he was feeling a little fancy, he was now wearing a garishly over-designed monstrosity. He wore a standard black button down dress shirt, although you wouldn’t be able to see it because a dark purple vest covered it. Over his arms and connected directly to the vest were a pair of puffy black sleeves that hid the shape of his arms. Instead of pants, he wore black nylon leggings, and a pair of black under where to hide his modesty. A black vail connected to his hair above his forehead, doing a decent job at obscuring his face from the audience.
    Ophelia herself was wearing her big, puffy, wedding dress from her first performance, somehow managing to simultaneously match and clash with David’s outfit. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” David said, in his best spooky manner, “Today, my mistress has granted me the right to perform a feat of magick on her. ” David rolled his eyes at his line, however thankfully nobody could see this through his veil. Ophelia gave him an approving nod, as he had two stage hands delivered out a x shaped mount with wrist and ankle straps that would force the assistant into a star-shaped pose.
    David waited patiently for Ophelia to waltz over, waiting for her signal of approval to finally start strapping her in. After she was strapped in, he pulled out a standard sized power drill, with a rather thin drill bit attached, he gave it a few experimental spins, before approaching Ophelia, and pushing the drill towards the center of her chest, as he pushed in, the sound of metal breaking and sparks flying emerged. He stepped back, jumping a bit to give off a sense of shock at the now completely destroyed drill bit, where he had tried to drill in showed no sign of damage. “Try something with a larger kick,” Ophelia instructed him.
    David walked off stage, returning with an industrial sized power drill. It was so large that he had to grip the main part of the drill with two hands, the thickness of the drill bit was the same thickness as the chamber of the previous power drill. Once again, he approached Ophelia, the drill bit filling the auditorium with noise as he pressed in against the center of Ophelia’s chest once again. Unlike before, David managed to get closer to Ophelia, unfortunately this was because as the drill attempted to dig into her skin, her skin responded by whittling down the drill bit. When he was pressing the barrel of the gun against her skin, he took a step back once more, showing off the ruined gun. Ophelia looked at her with a wicked grin on her face, “I thought you were going to use something larger David. I warned you it was going to take a lot more than that to get through me.”
    David visibly sagged his shoulders so that the audience could see that he was frustrated. He stepped off stage once more, and began wheeling off his ultimate drill. The apparatus to operate the drill was just as tall as David, the drill bit was slightly thicker than his arm. As a result of using the larger apparatus, the location where he was drilling into Ophelia was now located right at her stomach. As he pushed the machine closer to Ophelia, she gave a visibly concerned look. As the drill entered her stomach, Ophelia gave off an inhumane scream, thrashing against her restraints as David ignored her, continuing the drill’s journey through his assistant. The whirring of the drill sounded different as it exited through the other end of Ophelia. David turned off the drill, causing Ophelia’s somehow even paler head to lull downwards. Instead of blood, a strange black liquid was pouring outwards from the either wound.
    It was as David was taking his bows that the second part of Ophelia’s trick started. The black blood that was dripping out of Ophelia began to exit her body at an accelerated rate, as Ophelia’s head slowly rose once more, an inhuman noise escaping past her lips. The black blood began to envelop her body, expanding outwards and taking on the shape of a hulking beast that took up nearly half of the stage. David had no time to step out of the way as the creature raised one of it’s massive paws and slammed down on him. David struggled exactly as they had discussed in rehearsal, the giant creature screaming, “I told you to make it not hurt!” The creature scooped up David in its paw, swallowing him whole.
    Ophelia took a victory lap around the stage, licking her paws occasionally, before lying down, satisfied with its meal. It was at this low point where the act seemed over, when the audience could hear a whirring once more. From a point on Ophelia’s back, a small red light could be seen, that began expanding outwards, until finally David had successfully cut a whole out of Ophelia’s back to escape out of, a small pocket sized drill with a comically large drill bit in his hand. The audience applauded as the shadowy substance that made up Ophelia shrunk away, her accepting David’s slightly sticky hand as they both took a bow.

~~~
Jill

    “Can we please give Jill here a round of applause before we start for being brave enough to do her first show in front of a live audience?” David asked, the resulting cheering and clapping causing Jill to blush.
    “T-thanks everyone!” Jill said, slightly uncomfortably.
    “Now then, let’s move on to the trick,” David said, pulling out the main part of the Squeezer Box trick, a box without a front or back and the longer walls being made of a strange malleable material. The wooden parts of the box that made up the width of the box acted as stocks, locking around Jill’s legs and her neck. “So, if you saw last week’s show, the squeeze box trick is very similar to what Jill did, although in a much more professional manner.”
    David pulled out a little crank lever, attaching it to the strange material and beginning to rotate it clockwise. As he did, the top end of the box slowly began making it’s way towards her feet. As it did, it seemed as if the plank was eating away at her body, rather than her body squishing like it had when Jill had used her own squeezebox.
    When Jill’s head reached her hips, David stopped cranking, “So Jill, how do you feel?”
    “Much shorter,” Jill said.
    “Well, do you want to get out and stretch your legs a bit before I get rid of those to?”
    “Nah, I don’t like doing things in half measures,” Jill said.
    “Fair enough,” David said, continuing to crank away at the machine, bringing Jill ever closer to her manicured feet. Eventually, David couldn’t crank any more, the two pieces of the prank directly touching one another. “Well, this is the last stop. Everybody off!” David joked as he set Jill free, opening both of the stocks.
    Jill did her best to walk forwards towards the edge of the stage, but it was much harder as just a head on a pair of feet. She could get about two inches forwards every step, and it was only a few more feet before she reached the end, when David scooped her up, holding her up for the people in the top seats to see. Jill definitely got a good sense of her new size, as she looked down and realized that the floor was easily six times her body height away from her. “This must be what it feels like to be a Goomba,” Jill commented.
    “Everybody says that their first time around,” David said, “Now, let’s get you back to your old self.” David helped get Jill back into the squeeze box, and began undoing his magic effect as he began cranking in reverse. As he did, more and more of Jill’s body appeared, until she was back to her normal height.
    “Of course, I’ve always wanted to see if this thing could go in the opposite direction,” David commented, flashing a wicked grin to the crowd as he continued his anti clockwise turning. As he did, Jill felt a new greater sense of pulling on her head (which was there in the reversal process, but was now much stronger), her skin stretching outwards. Instead of her neck simply extending, it seemed as if David’s continual pulling was causing the formation of a second torso on her body. Luckily for her, when David reached the all important stage where her chest was being formed, it seemed as though a green sports bra was forming in place along with it, keeping Jill’s modest safe.
    As David finished cranking, he had Jill undo her neck shackle with her higher set of arms as he got her feet. Jill now stood much taller than David, her height easily reaching 7’, probably even higher if they bothered to get a ruler to measure. “So Jill, how’s the view up there?”
    “Much better than when I was a head on feet,” Jill said, patting David on the head with her right lower arm, while adjusting her hair with her upper set of arms.
    “Well then, I guess now would be an appropriate time to take a bow,” David said, joining Jill in bowing (which was much more impressive for Jill, as she her dual torsos made her body take on the shape of an upside down U.
    One more trip through the Squeeze Box was all it took to get Jill back to normal.

~~~
Leela

    Leela stood confidently on stage, looking out to the crowd with a smile on her face. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, today we have an original spin on Origami. Knowing Leela’s first performance, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!” Cheers and claps erupted from the audience.
    Several crew members rolled out a strange looking box. It seemed to be made up of various pieces of wood, giving it a patchwork design. David opened the lid of the box, and Leela easily stepped in, there being clearly plenty of room to spare. “Now, let’s begin with some simple origami.”
    David began shifting various pieces of the patchwork box around, the overall size of the box reducing as he pushed and pulled. Eventually, the box reached a point where it was about two feet by two feet by two feet. David pulled on one of the pieces of the patchwork box, the panel lifting away revealing Leela’s smiling face, “How’s it going in there Leela?”
    “It’s going well David. It’s getting a little tight though,” She said, her face showing a little bit sign of strain.
    “Well, don’t worry then, it’s going to get a whole lot tighter before we’re through,” David said, closing the panel and shifting more pieces around, reducing the box even further, each length measuring about one foot across now. The box looked like it would have been a struggle to hold Leela’s head, let alone her body.
    Yet again, David pulled a panel away, revealing Leela’s clearly more reddened face, “Tight fit, eh?”
    “A bit,” Leela squeaked.
    “Well, I can lighten that a bit for you,” David said, opening up two panels on the side of the box, and reaching in. He pulled out Leela’s arms, stretching them such that she looked a bit like a square version of a Geodude. “Is that any better?
    “Yes,” Leela said, using her magic to stretch her arms around the front of the box and wipe off her fate with a bit of her red sari.
    “Great, unfortunately, we need to move on with the trick,” David said, pushing her arms back in, and then hiding her face once more. David continued on with his shifting of the box, the height of the box getting smaller and smaller as he paused occasionally to try and find the next move to make to make the box even flatter. Occasionally, he would open a panel to get a peak in and make sure that Leela was doing okay.
    Eventually, the box was little more than a flat piece of wood, measuring one foot by one foot. David then opened the box in a manner similar to how one would open up a scanner’s lid. “Well, that looks as flat as we’re going to get you Leela.” Leela looked like a slightly translucent piece of paper, on the edge he was holding up to the audience, Leela’s face was placed right in the center, the slight contour of her face being the only thing not flattened to the sheet. On the other side of sheet of Leela, the red and gold pattern that had been printed on her Sari was now etched on the other side.
    “Okay, you do know what you’re doing right?”
    “Of course I do, real origami is not that much different from magic the trick,” David laughed, folding the piece of wood to act as a table as he began folding the sheet of Leela. After several folds and unfolds, the sheet of person that had been Leela was now a perfect origami crane.
    Suddenly, the paper crane’s wings began to twitch, eventually moving, sending the paper crane soaring out over the audience, as Leela said, “Oh wow, flying is much easier when you look like a bird.”
    After a few more laps around the room, the paper crane Leela returned to David, who covered her in a red cloth pulling it away and revealing a fully restored Leela, who shared her bow with David before leaving the stage.

~~~
Saffron

    “Hi everyone!” Saffron said as she walked out on stage, to thunderous applause.
    “Alright then Saffron, are you ready for your trick?”
    “I’m always ready David,” Saffron said, as she entered the box. The only thing that could still be seen sticking out of the box was her face through the face whole.
    “Okay then,” David said, pulling on a pair of gloves as he reached into a silver suitcase, removing a large pipe like object, “Now, for the sake of television, and for the audience that’s here, this is not an actual rod of radium, but I would recommend pretending that it is anyways.”
    “Spoilsport,” Saffron said, sticking her tongue out.
    “You say that now, but you can thank me for preventing the billion dollar lawsuits from some kid trying to imitate us.” David stuck the pipe through a large circular incision in the box, the other end of the pipe sticking out the opposite end of the trick. “Now, as you can see,” David said, turning the box sideways, “The pipe has successfully penetrated my assistant, creating a hole through which we can pass objects through,” David said, peeking through the whole that ran through Saffron. He pulled out a small apple, passing it through the hole before taking a bite of it, spitting it out. He reached through the pipe, waving to the audience before retracting his arm.
    “Alright. Well, that’s about it,” David said, pulling the pipe out, showing everyone that the box was whole once again. “I know, disappointing, but that’s how the cookie crumbles sometimes. David opened the box, allowing Saffron to step out, and approaching the front of the stage to begin taking his bow.
    “Um… David?” Saffron asked, causing him to turn around. Saffron appeared normal, except for the fact that where the pipe had gone through her, the hole still remained, the edges turning slightly green and giving off a radiant glow.
    “Oh dear…” David said. Saffron was exploring herself, reaching through the hole in the center of her being and feeling around the rim. “Saffron! Don’t touch that! You don’t know what may happen.”
    “Oh David, you worry to much,” Saffron said. Of course, David was clearly right, as she applied pressure to the rim of the hole, the hole began to expand ever so slightly. What had started as something she could barely pass her arm through, so roughly the diameter of her fist, her prodding had caused the hole to expand to roughly the size of a small cantaloupe.
    “Agh! Okay, Saffron. You stay here! I’ll go see what I have backstage to try and fix this!” David said, seeming genuinely afraid as he ran off the stage.
    “Great, now that’s he’s gone, I had some ideas that David didn’t think would be appropriate for this trick,” she winked towards the crowd. From out of nowhere, Saffron revealed a strange looking metal ball and a lightbulb. She placed the ball in the hole in her body, where it began rotating. As it picked up speed, little sparks could be seen jumping off the metal ball and towards her shining skin. She sucked on the metal end of the lightbulb, tilting her head backwards so that the bulb stood upwards. The audience clapped as the lightbulb began to glow brightly.
    “Thank you!” Saffron said, disappearing the lightbulb. “David thought this one would be too dangerous, that someone could- Ouch!” Saffron said, dropping the now bright red metal ball as she pulled it out from her hole. As it hit the ground, it sunk slightly, melting the stage around. By the time it had cooled down, only the top hemisphere of the ball could be seen sticking out of the stage. “Hee hee. Maybe he was right.”
    “Ooh! Then I had this cool idea,” Saffron said, reaching up and pulling of her head. By this time the hole in her stomach had clearly grown wide enough that it would actually be able to hold a large bowling ball. Saffron seemed to visibly struggle slightly as she tried to stick her head in the barely too small hole, but eventually succeeded, her face sticking out of her stomach, eliciting some more applause. “Ta Da!”
    “Saffron! I found it!” David said, running back on stage, with a laser gun like contraption, “This should fix it!” Without even looking, he shot it straight at Saffron’s stomach.
    The skin around Saffron’s head sealed up, leaving her as someone with her face sticking out of her face “David! Look what you did!”
    “Oh dear!” David said, “At least I fixed your hole situation!”
    “Yeah! but now I have a new problem!”
    “Oh, that’s easily fixed,” David said, reaching towards Saffron stomach. He grabbed around the edge of Saffron’s face, pulling it off cleanly as though it were a large sticker, holding it up for the audience.
    “Great!” Saffron’s face said, “But it’s not like I have a head.”
    “Right…” David said looking around the stage, before spotting the large metal ball Saffron had used earlier in her trick, “Aha!” He walked over, easily peeling the metal ball out and ignoring the melting stage around it. He placed the metal ball in place of Saffron’s head, and spend a bit of time struggling to place Saffron’s face on it. Eventually, he got it to stick, saying, “There. Problem solved.”
    “Woah! This is crazy weird.” The ball was slightly smaller than her previous head, resulting in her vision to split as her face was stretched unnaturally across it.
    “Well, that’s all, take a bow Saffron!” David said, helping her to the front of the stage and taking a bow. As they stood up from it, Saffron’s head had turned back to normal, eliciting even more applause.

~~~
Holli

    “Before we begin, I would like to formally warn everyone that the following trick and all thematic elements therein were crafted by Holli for the best experience. I only am saying this warning to avoid any misconceptions in regards to Holli’s past as Arnold the Amazing’s assistant.”
    “Yeah yeah. Let’s get this show on the road already!” Holli said, putting on her best perky face. She sauntered off stage, returning with the Dagger Head Box.
    “Alright then Holli, you know what to do,” David said, sharpening an ornate golden knife on a pocket whetstone as Holli put the box over her head, closing the door. “And now, we insert the blade,” David did as he said, “Tap the box… and,” with a flourish, he opened the door, revealing the knife sticking all the way through the box. Where Holli’s head should have been, was simply empty space and the blade. Holli reached up her arm and ran it around the inside of the box, proving her head was indeed gone. “And now, we close the door once again, and-“
    Before he could finish his sentence, one of Holli’s high heels broke, causing her to fall and come crashing down to the ground, the head box shattering around her. “Oh my God! Holli! Are you okay?!” David said, reaching down and trying to help her to her feet. The ornate blade was running straight through her head, the hilt extending out one ear and the tip out the other.
    “I… I think I’m fine, Master.” Standing up perfectly fine with some assistance, tossing her high heels off.
    “Master? Oh dear Holli, I don’t think you’re fine.”
    “I think you’re right Master, I’m suddenly feeling woozy,” Holli said, suddenly needing to sit down once again, her head feeling woozy.
    “Well, you an just sit there for a bit then Holli. Ugh! I just realized. The shards of the box got everywhere. It’s going to take forever to clean this all up. I know I told you can sit down Holli, but do you mind giving me a hand?”
    “Of course, Master,” Holli said, reaching for her hand. She rotated it several times unnaturally, reveling a threading around her wrist as she tossed the now disconnected hand to David, who caught in surprise.
    “Holli!” While he was surprised, the gears were already turning in his head.
    “Yes Master?”
    “…Stand up, you’re not dizzy,” looking slightly uncomfortable at giving the message.
    “Oh wow, Master! You’re absolutely right!” Holli said, standing up easily.
    “When did you dye your hair red?” David asked.
    “Just recently actually. You’re the first one to notice, Master,” Holli said, her hair growing red as David had commented on it.
    “Aye, and I suppose the third leg was recent too.”
    “It is!” Holli said, the center of her pants ripping as a third leg sprouted in between her current two, her stance shifting to distribute her weight equally between her legs.
    “Okay. Okay. I have an idea to fix this then, folks!” David announced to some light applause. “But first, Holli, you’re back to normal, minding the blade of course.”
    “Normal how master?” Holli asked, her body shifting back to before David had changed anything, the hand that he was holding disappearing as a new one grew in its place.
    “Normal in that I can remove your limbs and manipulate them how I want.”
    “Well, of course you can master, You’ve always been able to do it,” Holli said.
    David got to work on his plan, pulling off Holli’s head, arms and legs, eliciting some giggling from her. He bent her arms and legs into perfect 90 degree angles, attaching them to her torso such that her new body looked like a wallless cube. Placing Holli’s head into the middle of this invisible box, David ordered to Holli, “Hey Holli, what’s it like to have a film between all your limbs and a door where your head is looking?”
    “It’s a little odd, being your little box girl, but it’s also always been great fun Master!” Holli said, a thin layer of flesh forming to match David’s specifications, making her look like a living box of flesh, her head stored inside, and the knife poking out of opposite ends of the box.
    “And now ladies and gentlemen, I shall finally complete the Dagger Head Box, albeit in a slightly unorthodox way. First, we close the box, which has thankfully been pre-stabbed,” David said, closing the door of flesh, “Next, we tap the box, and open it, revealing that it is empty,” David did these steps, reaching the point he had reached in the previous trick. “And finally, we close the door, pull the knife out, and…” David had high hopes, as he was able to successfully pull the blade out.
    He opened the door, and Holli looked towards the crowd, saying, “David? What happened? Why is the box so squishy now? What happened to my body?” The audience applauded as David took a bow, Holding Holli in his hands as she dropped her fake view of confusion.
    David covered Holli’s body in a blue cloth, whisking it away and revealing a fully restored Holli once more, who joined David in a final bow before getting off the stage.

~~~
Cameron

    Unlike in his first performance, Cameron’s uniform was very understated, a simple black t-shirt and jeans made him look more like a stage hand forced to help out with David’s act. “Well everyone, it’s time for the last trick of the night,” some boos from the audience, but generally applause, “So Cameron, could you please get the trick set up?”
    “Yes sir,” Cameron jokingly said, straightening up and giving him a salute as he went offstage and returned with a set of four blue boxes that he set up, one atop of the other.
    “Great, now get in,” David ordered, Cameron did not return this command with sass, simply stepping inside and taking the position they had practiced, the boxes set up so that his head was in the top box; his chest and arms in the second from the top; his top of his legs, hips, and stomach in the second from the bottom; and his legs and feet in the bottom one. Once he was in place, David shut the four doors, a number on each one to indicate their regular position in the stack, 1 being the top and 4 the bottom.
    “Alright, now I’ll just set up the blades,” David said, pulling out three identical looking sheet blades from his cape and inserting them in the gaps between each box. Once he set up the blades, he separated each box, and opened the doors once again, revealing that the various parts of Cameron were still in all the boxes. Cameron wiggled all his parts around a little, to prove that they were still all his. “How are you doing Cameron?”
    “Well, I’m feeling a little split up at the moment, however I’m sure I’ll feel better in a bit.”
    “I’m sure you will,” David grinned, before closing the boxes once more. he took each of the boxes, arranging them into a stack such that from the top it read 4, 2, 1, 3. Once again, David opened all of the boxes, saying, “And there we have a classic Missmade!” The audience applauded.
    “Great, now turn me back to normal,” Cameron said, satisfied that the trick had turned out fine.
    “As you wish,” David said, closing the doors once more, before turning towards the audience and giving a sly wink. From offstage, another stagehand wheeled out an identical set of boxes, the only difference being that the wood that made up the normal color of the wood was now a bright pink instead of a baby blue. “Hey Cameron,” David said, giving another wink towards the audience, “Hey, you may feel a little jostled around then normal, and a little bit of banging. It seems like some nails are loose on the boxes and I don’t want to restore you until their fixed.”
    “Alright then,” Cameron said, as David set up the boxes so that each blue numbered box was placed directly above each pink numbered box. He tapped hard several times rhythmically on the top of each blue box, before opening them up, revealing that they were completely empty. David then placed the pink boxes in the standard order that the blue boxes had been set up in, before opening the door to reveal Cameron’s change.
    “And here, we have Miss Maid,” David chuckled. As Cameron stepped out of the boxes, he looked down at himself, only to discover that rather than the body he had entered the boxes in he was now in a similarly sized feminine body in a maid’s outfit. He felt his chest and lightly touched his crotch, realizing that it wasn’t simply that he was in a maid’s outfit, and that his body’s gender had been changed
    “What the-“ Cameron looked shocked as his voice came out slightly higher pitched than it normally was. He wasn’t able to see it, but he suspected that his head had a similar feminization treatment, his hair slightly longer and his face being softer overall.
    “Alright, time to take our bow,” David said, lining up near the front of the stage.
    “Take a bow?!” Cameron asked incredulously, “You need to change me back.”
    “What? Can we really call it a miss made trick if the assistant comes out normal?”
    “Change me back. Now!” Cameron shrilled.
    “Fine… You’re not fun,” David said, as he had Cameron step back into the Missmade cabinets. Of course, once the boxes were close, David winked towards the audience once again, separating the boxes. “Okay David, you’re going to feel the tapping again, so don’t worry, it’s just me turning you back.” On each box, he tapped in a similar manner to how he had before, except for the box labelled 2. For that box, he pulled out a wooden panel that matched the scheming of the other boxes, but instead had the number 0 on it, he tapped it in place on the front of the box, then opened that box, revealing that it was now empty.
    He set up the non empty boxes once more in the same order as before, and as David stepped out he announced, “And finally, we have the Missmade Miss Maid!” The audience applauded at the form of the abbreviated female Cameron. His neck fed directly into his hips, the maid outfit still on the relevant parts of his body. It was then that David and Cameron finally took their proper bows for the trick.
    It was a short order for David to return Cameron to normal, setting up the blue and pink boxes, closing the doors of the pink ones and having the blue ones open up almost immediately with a perfectly intact Cameron, who joined David in a second round of bowing.

~~~

    “Let’s give another round of applause for David and his lovely assistants!” Drake said, the audience clapping along with him. “Now, it’s time for the hardest part of your job tonight. Go out on your smart devices, or computers at home, and vote for who you think gave the weakest performance or who you think should be kicked out of the competition.”

    To Ophelia: "I'm surprised that there are people who would disapprove of what you have. There are other people who have done worse and yet people praise the heck out of it. Like dating an ancient warrior in the past, turning said warrior into a really young female, and then doing the deed. Or perhaps the person was not human to begin with and then they do some questionable things to it. I could go on, but it's too much for me. Stuff like that is why I felt your relationship with Lucien doesn't seem so odd or as bad as people make it out to be.” -quad2

    As I said in my previous answer to you, to me and Lucien our relationship is simple and natural, but to outsiders looking in, they see it completely unnatural. At the end of the day, bigots will be bigots will be bigots. I appreciate the kind words of support, however Lucien and I have accepted long ago that we will forever be outcasts to modern day society.

    To Leela: “I would love a set, though I'd probably recommend holding onto them until you can sell them, instead of having a swarm of magic fans try and mooch the blades off you.” -FlexibleAnatomy

    I just want them out of my bedroom as soon as possible. I’ll see if I can get David to send them your way.

    To Saffron: “Why did you deface a book without asking? Couldn't you have conjured up a stack of paper?” -FlexibleAnatomy

    Well, it’s not so much that I defaced the book as it was that my stuffed animals did. I was going to get breakfast, and when I got back Fernando had already ripped out about fifteen pages in order to make his paper crown, and several of the other animals had ripped out several pages of their own to make little paper crafts. I scolded them greatly for it, but by that point the damage had been done, and I felt like it was more important to make sure that they continued to foster their imagination. Besides, at the end of the day books can be replaced, friends cannot.

    To Ophelia: “What would you have done to Saffron? And what plans do you have for the animation magick, if you don't mind me asking?” -FlexibleAnatomy

    Well, as I had discussed with David what sort of spells I would be allowed to punish Saffron with, I probably have placed a long lasting hex upon her that would have destroyed itself each Saturday. I was debating what hex I should have placed, and I think one of unnatural misfortune would have been the most appropriate. It would guarantee in all situations regarding luck, the worst possible outcome for her would occur.
    My plans for animation magick are much more noble than that crazy girl could ever understand. I regularly grow my own plants back home, and so I will most likely cast my new animation magick upon them so that I can better understand their desires and guarantee the maximum possible yield to keep them for my stockpile.
    Of course, I’ll probably use it for little things as well, maybe enchant my cleaning equipment to help out whenever a brew turns bad, or assist Lucien around the house.

    To Leela: “Sorry to see your prize wasn't to your liking, perhaps Cameron or Jill would have a use for them.” -James-MacCloude
   
    I already asked everyone on set! Including several of the cameramen and production people! I don’t know why nobody will take these stupid freaking weapons!

    To Ophelia: “I'm not surprised it is an obscure legend at best. Perhaps we can discuss it sometime.” -James-MacCloude

    Maybe if I’m not busy practicing for this contest, however I must warn you that I shall be very busy when I finally return back to my studies to become a full fledged witch.