*Phorm runs through the area at breakneck speed, holding an oversized, thin-necked, very wide-bottomed bottle over her head with both hands. The bottle is actively smoldering, pink smoke trailing in her wake as she runs. She changes direction erratically to avoid almost comically-timed groups of people that continue to cross her path at every turn.*
*A gigantic, clearly typed label on the bottle reads "TEFF BRAND MASS DJINNIFICATION DEVICE".*
*Phorm runs to the edge of CoHost, preparing to fling the bottle down, only to stop when she sees a group of Chosters gathered below. She stops short of hurling the vessel, looking crestfallen.*
"Some days, you just can't get rid of a bottle!"
