P: Snapplebottoms, Vincent! I wouldn't turn the page of that old grimoire if I were you.
V: Oh my indeed. What will become of me? Will the next coloured plate come to life and devour me? Or shall I be bewitched by the illuminated capital of the new chapter? Do tell dear Percival.
P: Don't be a tolly-woggler...just don't go any further, I warn you! You'll destroy everything if you don't heed my words!
V: Egads, Percy, what has come over you?! I'll read on if I want, you superstitious rascal.
P: I'm NOT superstitious. But I pressed a four-leaf clover in there last week and you'll rip the lobes off the stem if you're not careful!
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