“My ungodly book speaks to you. On All Hallow's Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. Oh oh! We shall be back, and the lives of all the children of Salem will be mine! [All three witches cackle]”
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“Winnie: Why was I cursed with such idiots sisters? Sarah: Just lucky I guess.”
“I smell children!”
“I suggest we form a calming circle.”
“Oh, look. Another glorious morning. Makes me sick!”