I conjure thee,
I conjure thee:
I am the queen,
You are the bee.
As I desire,
So shall it be.

As they make their collective way through the verse, a minor whirlwind springs to life within the confines of the attic to blow out the candles and whip through the ladies' hair as Kit yowls with mild irritation in the background. The whirlwind dissipates as quickly as it arose the moment the Ps finish their recitation. Phoebe and Piper hear the phone ringing downstairs and excitedly leap to their feet to answer it. Kit rolls his eyes and licks his paw all, "Stupid bitches."

Down in the main hallway, Prue lifts the receiver to find Sugar Johansen on the other end of the line. Oh, God. Spare me. For his delivery of these lines, the actor playing the cripple has adopted a nasal Nicholson whine that was grating even when Christian Slater used it in Heathers, and Christian Slater had the benefit of using the Nicholson Nasal for parodic purposes. Here? Not so much. Hell -- not at all. Bad cripple! Bad! Long story short, Sugar asks Prue out on a date, Prue tells Sugar to blow his date and his line readings out of his ass, and Sugar hangs up on her in a snit. Phoebe breezes to the front door, intending to head off to [72virg=ins] to see if her spell worked. Slut. Whore. Slut-whore. She invites the others to join her, but both Prue and Piper beg off, with Prue calling Phoebe "Missy May" as she does so. I have no idea where that came from, but it's sort of amusing. Once the raging hosebeast has left, Prue announces she's headed upstairs for a nice long soak in the tub.