Queen:
Look! My hands!
[the Queen's formerly smooth hands grow and turn wrinkled and clawed with long pointed fingernails, a large cyst on her left, as her cloak turns jet black]
Queen:
My voice!
[the Queen's voice is no longer deep and smooth at this point, but now rough and witch-like]
Queen:
My voice!
[evil cackle]
Queen:
A perfect disguise!
[another dark cackle, as the Queen in her complete peddler disguise reveals her whole face, terrifying the raven as he dives into a skull in terror]
Queen:
And now, a special sort of death... for one so fair. What shall it be... ahhh!
[the terrified raven in the skull jumps back, shivering and quaking as he hides behind a desk]
Queen:
A poisoned apple! Sleeping death! Oh ho ho ho. One taste of the poisoned apple, and the victim's eyes will close forever... in the sleeping death!
[the hag turns to face the camera, smiling devilishly as it zooms in on her face, before it fades to black]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:30