(and then...........)
Wah: Emotion: Hopeless Dancer (keeps treading on Rikarda's delicate toes

)
Wah: Confused (Rikarda's 3000 per minute fluttering eyelashes)
Rikarda: Hey hey, I gotta go now.
Wah: Why my dear, come and dance with me!
Rikarda: I can't.........
Wah: Why?
Rikarda: Because........
(BOING! BOING! BOING! BOING! - The clock strikes twelve)
Rikarda: Goodbye!
Wah: Come back! Come back dammit you ugly bit........
Wah: Huh? She left a slipper, a glass slipper.
Wah: Who ever's feet fits the slipper must be Rikarda!
Wah: Oh Rikarda.......I will find you, wait for me.
Pit Fiend: May "I" try on that slipper?
(lol

, I love fairy tales with a little "twist")
Now, who wants to be the ugly sisters?
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Greetings Mortals. My Name Is Wah, Arch Lich Wah.