So, the world's bitchiest sorceress sucked plenty already when there was just one of her. But for the last day or so, Navaan had been harassed by three tiny versions of her made out of foodstuffs. That was weird and annoying enough, but they'd gone too far when they'd gotten into her doctor bag and smashed all of her very best medicinal booze. What was she supposed to do, drink the rubbing alcohol? That was for the patients! The ones she didn't like!

"Where are you?" she howled. "I'm gonna take my booze back outta your ass!"

Maybe don't think about that threat too closely. Definitely needed to be workshopped a little more.