"I wish," Burt said, "That I'd fall into a deep, peacful sleep and not wake up until someone said the word 'succotash' three times in a row."
Bambi looked up at him, confused. "Huh?" Then, before she could truly comprehend what he had said, she yawned deeply. Her eyes fluttered, she smiled dreamily, and then fell backwards onto the bed, sound asleep.
"At last!" Burt exclaimed as he re-buttoned his shirt. "After searching for so long, I've finally found it!"
He had no idea who this Bambi had been originally - possibly an old spinster, or a mousy bookworm of a girl, maybe someone else entirely different - and he no interest in finding out. But even a novice could have divined that the skull's power had remade her into this broad sterotype - a sex-addled nitwit. It had made it all the easier to entice her into his clutches.
Stepping up to his "sleeping beauty", he placed his hands over the skull pendant she wore and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he re-opened them, now appearing thoughtful. The skull was joined to a single person for a minimum of 7 days, and he could read that this woman had worn it for only a few hours - meaning it would be a week before he could put his plan into motion.
