The betrayed Ps catch up with their errant elder sibling in the hallway and confront her. Prue admits that she cast the spell to learn how Andy would react to the whole bitchcraft thing. Piper's outraged. Phoebe, however, is delighted: "The biggest pooper at the Wiccan party has finally used her power for personal gain!" Piper begs to differ with that "personal" bit. "It's affecting us!" she shrieks. Prue counters that she thought she was alone when she recited the spell; she had no idea Piper and Phoebe had returned. Small comfort there, honey. Piper and Phoebe order Prue to give them the bottom line. Short story made long by tonight's script writer, then made short again by me for your convenience -- for the next twenty-four hours, all questions asked by or of the Glamorous Ladies must be answered honestly. The only benefit is that no one save the Ps will remember the questions and answers afterwards. Phoebe gleefully decides to put the spell to the test by asking Prue for an unvarnished opinion of her addle-brained ways. Prue instantly blurts, "While I admire your confidence and your fearlessness, your utter lack of responsibility frustrates me to no end." Prue's horrified at what she's just revealed as the riotous gang on the forum boards cheers. Phoebe, for some dull-witted reason, beams at this information, then slings an arm around Piper to ask, "What do you really think of your boss?" As her fingers curl with the effort to keep from answering, Piper squeals, "I think he's a self-serving jerk who must have a very small penis!" I'm sure she meant to use saltier terms than "jerk" and "penis" in that evaluation, but attention must be paid to the network censors, I suppose. "Oh, my God!" Piper wails, covering her face with her hands. "I am going to be so fired!" Prue again insists that she never meant for her sisters to be affected as well. "What a way to come out of the broom closet," Phoebe grins. Piper, of course, demands they barricade themselves in the Manor until the effects of the spell peter out that evening. Phoebe has other plans, and flounces out of the house to abuse Andy with this new truth-divining power of hers. Prue places a comforting hand on Piper's back as Piper clenches and snorts, "Don't even think of asking me what I think about you right now." Heh.
Twinkle-Toes: What'd I miss?
Demian: Nothing. Go away.
Twinkle-Toes: But I wanna see Andy!
Demian: Fine, but I keep the mallet and you keep your filthy mouth shut. Pervert.