Witch's Witch Brew!

A pinch of White Phosphorus.

 

I return and drop in a tsar bomba.

 

"In your face, I laugh till I toot,
for I do not actually need to actually say the red-yellow fruit!
I throw the round one in,
and for your insolent sin,
I shall beat you blue and purple!
And...
Shit, nothing rhymes with purple either."

"The modern man is a fairy.
All these pacts and deals and contracts galore,
honestly, need I say more?"

"Oak to make the brew potent and strong,
and with a few nuggets we can't go wrong!"

*ear-piercing shrieks as I burn*
I'M MELTING, I'M MELTINGGGGGGGGGGGG!

*ear-piercing shrieks as I burn*
"I'M MELTING, I'M MELTINGGGGGGGGGGGG!
BUT HEY HERE'S A GOOD THING,
MY POTION HAS SPREAD FAR AND WIDE,
ITS EFFECTS NEVER TO SUBSIDE,
THE SPELL HAS BEEN CASTED WITHOUT A HITCH,
IN COMES THE AGE OF THE WITCH!"

 

I crash an entire lucrehulk class droid control center as well as a malevolent class battlecruiser into the large area of potion. I also manage to fit an entire duplicate of our solar system in there.

 

I put in a bottle of cyanide, an artillery shell, a healing potion and a silver sword.

 

I add three teaspoons of nutmeg.

This potion could only be drank by someone with an amazing immune system. May God have mercy on my soul...

 

A vial of blood from Donald Trump, a cup of orange juice, and a Blu Ray disk of the Emoji Movie.

 

I'd add brain cancer, but it just got added.

 

I add a radioactive potato.

 

"Now we have a dense potion,
with stilled motion,
halting all commotion,
if you think it won't work, banish that notion,
Now apply this lotion,
and still the waves of the ocean.
And in return, give me to me your full devotion."

"To end the love of an efatunated bride,
poison her love with a dash of cyanide!
An artillery shell,
to destroy her love life through and well.
A healing potion to build her up,
All those tears need a good clean up!
And just when she thinks its all over and is able to score,
tear it all down again with a silver sword."

"I think, I wonder, I might,
switch to other methods to help end your plight.
To turn your life from shit to swell,
Instead of a potion, I'll cast a spell.
Give me the ingredients that you wish to use,
the reagents shall be my muse,
from it I'll fashion a charm,
to perhaps protect or induce harm."

"Blood from Mr. Trump,
to conjure those who in nights go bump.
And the wild things we shall seduce,
with sweet words and cups of orange juice,
the disc we shall give as a taglock,
and they shall seek out and destroy them all around the clock!"

"According to the dragon above we already added cancer,
so I suppose there's your answer."

 

I add in a ball of light, a few tons of uranium and radium and a great white shark, an orca and a rat.

 

I add a Katana, a good ol' starbound meme, and a soul contract.

 

I add Jontron's third grade gym socks.

 

"In this game which requires me to be interactive,
why throw in so many things that are radioactive!?
So please, behave!
For I do not want to make potions from beyond the grave!
Ah, here we go. Sharks and rats and pure light too?
Oh, what would I ever do without you?"

"Blade of weeb and his soul added too,
Bound on stained printed papers of his loli waifu who he claims is twenty-two.
And one more ingredient to make this brew surpass divinity,
go forth and gain me his virginity!"

"To curse the drinker with incurable pox,
sure, why not throw in some old socks?
I'm sure Jon would love to remember his roots,
I wonder if he wore these in his normal boots."

 

Yay, you know who he is!

I add the heart root of the elder tree, the burning eye of the volcano giant and the mirror of the ocean queen.

 

He is approximately the 3rd most popular person on YouTube.

I throw in a cesna 172 skyhawk and autocucumbers.

 

I put in TvTropes in its entirety.

 

I add a weeb’s virginity, a lock of his hair, and a picture of him.

 

I add something that should never even exist.

 

"Elder tree, with roots reaching down to hell,
and with leaves that stretch up to heaven,
Squish its heart-root till it's a gel,
Transform this brew from drink to weapon,
all to get back at Kevin.
Fuck you, Kevin."

"Metal bird from the sky,
With your modern magic thy doth fly,
Refined earth and a belly of fire,
From bird to metal to fly higher and higher,
With you, great power this potion shall acquire.
Also apparently we make cucumbers made of metal now."

"A green tint this potion now has,
My cauldron is now black when it used to be made of brass,
My nose is now warted and a foot long,
good god, you did something horribly wrong."

"Vial of essence brought out too quickly,
Greasy hair so weak and sickly,
and a picture of a gargoyle to throw in,
Oh wait that's just a picture of him.
A target now our potion has,
Cursing someone does give it that special pizzazz!"

"Oh my god,
carbonated ranch dressing,
With reality too much you are messing!"