Hey, Andre! How’s your step-mom? (laughs). How did I know Andrea was sick? I didn’t know anything! (laughs). I hope she gets better, you know! Let’s hope she doesn’t pass away in the next few months… (laughs). Well, it wouldn't be a bad thing if she passed away, right? After all, she controls your life so much that she won't even let you go out with me—just because I'm poor and she's afraid I'll seduce you and take everything you inherited... You'd be free to go out with me and be mine... (laughs). What did I do to her? Nothing... I don't know what you're talking about... (laughs). Has she been depressed, having panic attacks? And has she been turning yellow and thin, and v___g lately? Is she turning into an apathetic skeleton lying in a bed? (laughs). Okay, baby. I'll tell you the truth. See your step-mother's name here? That's witchcraft! I cast about 800 spells on her! I've cursed her with so much witchcraft, curses, and voodoo that she's beyond saving. I've inflicted so many serious diseases on her! The more her name fades on my sole, the more illnesses appear and worsen, and the more I erase her life! Now I’m going to watch your step-mother Andrea rot alive under the sole of my foot until she passes away in a sad state! And I’m going to free you from her! You’ll even thank me by kissing the very foot that d---d and dismantled your step-mother! (laughs). She’s going to get scrawny as a stick... skeletal! She’ll lose all her senses—go blind, mute, lose her sense of touch... she’ll be left in total darkness, cut off from the world! Then she’ll lose her teeth and hair; she’ll waste away and wither up like rotten fruit. Her body will atrophy until she’s all twisted and quadriplegic, stuck in bed! She’ll rot and turn a sickly yellow-green; she’ll be swarming with flies and start reeking of decay! You’ll watch her melt alive and turn into an unrecognizable pile of slime and putrid ooze! She won’t even look like she was ever a human being! (laughs). (Your start to wiggle and spread your toes). I’m turning your step-mother into a sour pile of goo, into a shapeless heap of trash! Into a maggot! Into NOTHING! NOTHING! Your step-mother is going to rot and VANISH at my feet, Andre! ROT! I want Andrea ROTTING! ROTTING! I’m going to make Andrea ROT until she disappears! It’s going to be a closed-casket funeral! And I want you to place this stinking flip-flop right on top of what’s left of her face inside the coffin! I’m going to her funeral and I’m going to open the casket, Andre! And I want to see my flip-flop on her rotting, disintegrating face! I don’t give a damn if the guests p..e because of the state she’s in and the stench! If my flip-flop isn’t on her face in that coffin, I’m going to rot you too! I’ll rot your eyes out and wither your arms and legs so you spend the rest of your life crawling at my feet—do you understand, Andre? I can remove the curses and leave your step-mother with just the lasting damage she already has—she won't pass away. But for that to happen, you’ll have to propose to me, get down on your knees, put the ring on my toe, kiss my big toe, call it GOD, and pray to it—begging it to stop rotting your step-mother away. Then maybe my big toe—your new god—will show mercy. Beg! Worship my big toe! Idolize my rotten flip-flop! I am your god now, and you’re going to hand over your entire inheritance, or else step-Mommy turns to mud! Turns to DUST! Turns to NOTHING! (you point to your big toe). Now pray to my big toe to save rotten Andrea, even though she’s practically a cadaver already!