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......(blacked out with a affliction similar to epilespy)
And uh, where were we?
Then the lovely Rikarda decided to go and get a drink whilst the clock stuck twelve for the last time. Her smooth and satin like legs instantly sprouted a mass of dark curly hair. Her 4 day beard popped out and she was a man again. Without the properly equipped body of a female, his dress sagged heavily against his chest - which had the distinctive appearance of a deflated balloon.
The pointy shoe, which was in-lined with gold strings, instantly ripped open to reveal a massive big hairy toe. And in less than 4 seconds he had gone from a size 3 to a size 16 foot. And the more he walked, the more the dress tore until eventually the entire costume seemed pretty much peculiar to rags.
She arrived back in time to her fairy god-mother, who was floating like a blessed angel. A wide grin washed across her face.
"Next time I'll make you a pregnant frock instead" she giggled.
"Aw, shuttup!" snarled Rikarda, "I'm going for a pint of booze instead."
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Greetings Mortals. My Name Is Wah, Arch Lich Wah.