Le gasp. The legend returns!

Your magic spell turned me into a fine cherry wood floor, and while this would look great for the den, it's a less than ideal state of being for one such as myself. My prowess in voodoo allows me to change from this state back into my natural Emolga state, which is far more ideal for plotting revenge. Plus now I can wear hats again.

I then confront you with mystical banana split sundae, which you find far too delectable to resist. I allow you to gobble it up completely, but this in turn makes you feel odd briefly before turning you into an adorable butterfly of many magical rainbow colors. And you glow in the dark! This state of bliss causes you to become carefree and far less interested in the hill, which I stake my claim on.

I add some more neon lights to my castle of prestige and glory and settle in quite nicely.

MY HILL!