"Elder tree, with roots reaching down to hell, and with leaves that stretch up to heaven, Squish its heart-root till it's a gel, Transform this brew from drink to weapon, all to get back at Kevin. Fuck you, Kevin." "Metal bird from the sky, With your modern magic thy doth fly, Refined earth and a belly of fire, From bird to metal to fly higher and higher, With you, great power this potion shall acquire. Also apparently we make cucumbers made of metal now." "A green tint this potion now has, My cauldron is now black when it used to be made of brass, My nose is now warted and a foot long, good god, you did something horribly wrong." "Vial of essence brought out too quickly, Greasy hair so weak and sickly, and a picture of a gargoyle to throw in, Oh wait that's just a picture of him. A target now our potion has, Cursing someone does give it that special pizzazz!" "Oh my god, carbonated ranch dressing, With reality too much you are messing!"