The magician's wand jerked alarmingly, which caused him to look at what was under the table. Well, he noped the hell out of there.

Even after a wave of his wand, the wizard was still uncertain if monsters lurked in the dark recesses under his furniture. So he bravely fled from his childhood fear.

Malificient's work here was done. As she exited the sitting room, she was confident that the magic spell she had left behind the blue armchair would morph into whatever the next person who entered fear the most: monsters, spiders, or germs. It was up to them to decide.

Maleficent smiled as she left the living room, confident that the potion she left behind the easy chair would soon be attracting a plague of germs, spiders and monsters.

Maleficent goes to the hair salon and gets her hair done. She doesn’t like the hairstyle, so as she leaves she conjures two evil monsters, a lot of germs, and two ants. When she leaves she has the smirk of an evil villain on her face.

Maleficent’s nappy-ass ends were frayed, and needed doing, and only her girl Fiona could do them; then, after an extra-long massage session featuring two Predators and a specially-engineered virus, she left the salon feeling like a million bucks and smelling faintly of formic acid.