YOU FOOL! I have never stomped on you, I have MARCHED on you! While you fail to cast your grammaromancy on me, I cast a spell of shutting your trap, which shuts your mouth WITH a trap (so non-indicative), causing you to be unable to cast spells because poison. You attempt to figure out how this poisoned you, but this is interrupted by me building train tracks on the hill, and then calling in a bullet train, which paves you across the tracks in a smear that is roughly orange-ish. Yellow from Flu, Red from, well you know...

Onboard HosPITal crew heals you before you realize, grimly, that this is a one-way train to Aoipyaghiuoad, which is basically a place of no return. While you plan out how to do that (or foolishly abandon train), I reclaim the hill.

MY HILL!!!