Poetess: my phone stopped working, I hope it's not spell.
The real witch: spell?
Last time I thought of spell, was in witch school (laughing).
Grandma w.: witch school?
Don't listen to them, they know nothing.
Aunt: nothing?
I had very successful healing business.
I am sure I know something.
Poetess: I will write it "dedicated to my role model on the road to Hell".
Why not for someone special.
Inner voice: Hell its natural source of heat and electricity.
Grandma w.: we had no idea..
Poetess: to make long story short, this how "don't know story" started.
I wished few people would go to Hell.
Narrator: few people?!
