Phil looked at Anita incredulously. "You

Phil looked at Anita incredulously. "You can't be serious! It can't be done!" Anita only narrowed her eyes at him. "Phil, don't make me question my attraction - to your brain."

Phil's brain was attached to four hundred electrodes and resided inside a basin of electrolyte infused saline. Anita kept reaching in to rub it lovingly, but the robot hand smacked

her silly flesh flap. "You stupid twit. There are no nerve endings in human brains." She sucked on the welt. She could taste the porky sourness of the brain solution. The robot

David Boreanaz as Angel. She must be a Joss Whedon fan--but it didn't matter. The shows were okay, and Angel looked good--But, what was he thinking? The damage must be worse than

when Fox cancelled DollHouse, but that didn't matter anymore; the female fan he was entranced with was demanding his attention and he had to obey—she was gorgeous.

From the perspective of a llama, that is. Lloyd Llewelyn the Llama. She was drop-dead beautiful for a llama, and that's exactly what she made him do--drop dead. All she had to do

was to wave a stuffed donkey's leg over a bowl of peppermints and recite some mantras. This automatically turned her would be lovers into catatonic goofy-looking animals who

se breath smelled terrific. She rounded up her newly transformed lovers and set up a Grand Canyon mule train. She was raking in dough until the spell reversed.

Unfortunately, she hadn't counted several environmental factors causing the magic to turn sour fast. The resulting backlash resulted in several bizarre changes and one pony.