"Be my familair, you'll likely make the cut, because the perfect next ingredient was a peanut!" *reaches in and steals both those things* "What?"
Brewing a wicked, magical potion is our dastardly alchemical goal. and on our journey to achieve it, we ought to throw in some coal! Not quite finished yet, the end not met, For advice we'll look to the breeze: To gather the sap of a weeping willow, And use the essence of the trees!
"Hey now it is I who does the rhyming! My Craft you should no longer be miming. But I'll let it pass this time, because the stuff you added was sublime." *reaches in and takes it out* "What? 'Tis a crime to waste such good food, and besides, the smell of fish would bring down the mood."
"Oh hush you all, flattery will get you no where with me. But anyway, in goes a rainbow feather from a DeviantArt OC, And just for fun, something quite moot- Hey! That isn't eye of newt! Curse ye for the ancient traditions you have uproot! But I'll admit you did something smart, with the decision of adding a dragon's heart."
"Powerful as trees we shall grow, Strong, and resilient to make our enemies mourn, Be knocked down and destroyed every foe, and to represent this, a simple acorn."
"In go the Online Grimoires of the modern witch, with these, the spell will be pulled off without a hitch!" "In goes the sun, the stars, and the milky sea, and all the pretty things that twinkle that you can see, Oh wait not that type of galaxy." "Now now, can't have you ruining the brew so soon, with something as trashy as a Zune!"
"....Riiiiiiiiiiight, I guess in goes too many of a scythe, And to increase the spice of this fiery brew, I suppose a large napalm bomb will do. This cauldron is better described as a madhouse, with everything from bombs to a computer mouse."
"What is this that you mention? What on this flat Earth is a station? Sounds futuristic to me, which is clearly heretical to all with eyes to see. And so here comes the mob to send you home in an urn, Burn, techy, burn!"