"So..." Sarah said, an aloof joy in her eyes. "Care to explain how you really feel about me, Biff?"
Blundering into the most obvious trap possible, Biff took this opportunity to describe Sarah's numerous flaws, in full, directly into her curse reflection charm.
"Yeah, OK then... you're a controlling, scheming, wayward freak who can only make decisions based on how much she puts everyone else down. And jealous of everyone who's remotely prettier than you."
Sarah couldn't help but grin as every single descriptor repainted Biff from the ground up to be exactly his own accusation, his form and temperament becoming something between a goth chick and a punk rebel.
"OH yeah, and one last time: stay away from Steve. He. Is. Mine." Beth Meadows fumed and stormed off.
