"Aw, don't feel so bad chica, it's shrinking already, si?"
"Si," Karyn said annoyedly, giving one of Eddie's a-cups a grope, "Es verdad, but while all you're having to worry about is support problems, it seems that 'Warlock Cock' doesn't fit too well in women's jeans. It'll probably be an hour before it's shrunk enough for me to walk right."
"Wait a minute," Jon said, apparently having an idea, "Magic deals in threes, right?"
"Threes, sevens, thirteens, si," Eddie answered.
"Well, if I know Zoe, she started this all on that wiccan bullshit she's into. Means things come in threes, and curses are risky."
"Jon, what are you thinking," Karyn asked, "we're 0 for 2 so far, don't do anything crazy."
"Don't worry, I think I've got it."
"I wish we knew how to remove the he--"
"Jon, don't wish, it'll just hex you!"
"Too late, chica, check out the ta-tas on your gentleman caller."
Sure enough, Jon had witch tits. Oddly, though, it didn't seem to bother him.
"Jon, what the hell was that for?"
"You'll see," Jon said with a smirk, "four...three...two..."
If the scream from the courtyard was any indication, the Rule of Threes had just rebounded on Zoe...
