Mirabelle: 7 o'clock this evening. See you there!
(A shadowed figure sneaks behind Alucanth.)
Alucanth: Hmm, I wonder what I should wear to the play?
Alucanth: Perhaps this would be a good time for the deluxe cape? I can hardly wait to --
Italia: Dreadfully sorry about this...
(Italia's face begins to morph into that of Alucanth, whom he has impaled.)
Italia: ...but I need to borrow your face for a while.