I'm sick and tired of being called danger-prone Daphne, so I tried something to make me pretty. Now I'm Dazzling Daphne, the prettiest ballerina in the whole wide world.
What would you say if I wrote you a script about Dazzling Daphne the world's prettiest dancer doing a subtle reference to a certain Disney movie where an evil but pretty queen turns herself into an ugly witch and finishes off Snow White all by herself?
Daphne: Another young lady who is prettier than I am indeed! How could I be so danger-prone by putting everybody in danger? I'm so pretty in purple, and I've been still pretty ever since. And I'm wearing my ballerina suit, and my purple ballerina suit is so pretty just like me. And now I'm being forced to be the second prettiest young lady in the whole wide world to another. Well I'll take care of that pretty lady myself in a disguise so complete, nobody will ever suspect it's me in disguise. Now I'm looking for a formula for a magic potion that I can use to transform my prettiness into ugliness, and change my pretty purple ballerina suit into an ugly black peddler cloak. First I'll use mummy dust to make me from young and pretty to old and ugly, then I'll use a black of night to cover my pretty purple ballerina suit, then I'll use an old ugly hag's cackle to age my young pretty voice, then I'll use a scream of fright to turn my pretty red hair white and ugly, then I'll use a blast of wind to fan my hate, and finally I'll use a thunderbolt to mix my potion well, now I'm ready to begin thy magic spell. (She drinks and swallows the whole potion from her goblet. As soon as she has done so, she drops her goblet onto the floor causing it to break into pieces and she looks down at the front of her pretty ballerina suit and looks at her big pretty butt over and over and she bends in her pretty legs and her pretty knees together up down and up and down as she's breathing heavily. The entire weight room seems to spin crazily around her, and a powerful wind springs up, rustling her pretty ballerina suit and her pretty hair as if she's in the mist of hurricane. She moans as she has both her pretty hands put pressed against over her big pretty butt and the front of her pretty ballerina suit between her pretty thighs while she shakes violently and then crumpled over as if two powerful hands are squeezing her pretty youth from her pretty body. And as she quivers in the grips of the magic potion, her pretty red hair turns white and ugly, and her pretty face folds into hideous ugly wrinkles as her pretty eyelashes shrink into her pretty top eye lids, her pretty white teeth shrink into her pretty gums but one with her pretty pink lips getting hideously wrinkled while her pretty small nose grows long and ugly with one big ugly wart on it with her thin pretty eyebrows grow thick and ugly and her pretty ears grow big and ugly, her smooth thick pretty neck grows wrinkly, thin, and ugly, and her small pretty eyes grow big and ugly with hideous dark circles around them.) Look! My pretty hands are turning ugly! (Her smooth thick pretty hands grow thin and turn hideously wrinkled and hideously clawed with a big ugly cyst on her left hand, her short pretty fingers twist into long ugly claw-like talons, her short pretty fingernails grows long, pointed, and ugly, and her smooth thick pretty arms grow wrinkly, thin, and ugly, her pretty breasts shrink into her pretty chest which turns ugly, her pretty small stomach grows big, round, and ugly, her pretty back grows an ugly hunch, her big pretty bottom grows small and ugly, her thick pretty hips grow thin and ugly, her smooth thick pretty legs grown wrinkly, thin, and ugly, her small smooth pretty feet grow big and turn hideously winkled and hideously clawed, her short pretty toes twist into ugly claw-like talons, her short pretty toenails grown long, pointed, and ugly, and her pretty purple ballerina suit changes color and shape into an ugly black peddler cloak with an ugly black peddler cloak hood and her pretty purple ballerina shoes change color and shape into ugly grayish-brown peddler slipper shoes. Suddenly a flash of a brilliant green light filled the dungeon and when it's gone, an old ugly peddler witch stands place in the once-young pretty ballerina queen named Daphne. Then, her young, queen-like, pretty voice is now old, witch-like, and ugly at this point.) My young pretty voice is turning old and ugly! My young pretty voice HAS TURNED old and ugly! (evil cackle) Now this is a perfect disguise! (another evil cackle) And now, I'm looking for special sort of death for one so pretty and fair. What shell it be? Ahhh! A poisoned apple! Sleeping death! Oh, ho, ho, ho. One taste of the poisoned apple, and the victim's eyes will close forever in the sleeping death!