Hah! Not any more, gloated the witch, picking her nose smugly. slightly disadvantaged in that department? How dare that interfering do-gooder inherit the family good looks and leave Gruntilda, well. It was her pride and joy: a machine that could suck the physical beauty from its victims for Gruntilda to absorb like a sponge!Īnd it would certainly teach her cutesy sister Brentilda a lesson. The witch rubbed her hands in glee at the prospect of putting her favorite invention to good use. "Tiny creatures far below," she cackled, "which of you'll be first to go?" Gruntilda stood at the topmost window of her Lair, grinning wickedly down on her latest world. 9 Development from Dream: Land of GiantsĪt last, the dirty green and blue smog was beginning to clear.
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