I'm your boss and I called you, the only man on my workforce, into my office because I heard you were spreading rumors about me. It seems you have a problem with the way I dress, which I find highly annoying. Why do you care so much? The other female employees don't run their mouthes the way you do... and there is actually a reason for that. They know the truth about me; I'm a witch. I'm a very powerful witch and by the look on your face, I'm thinking you're not taking me seriously. Since you're so smart, why don't you inhale some of this potion I brewed up. If I'm not really a witch, then you have nothing to worry about, right?