[Voice]
[Down in the lower level laboratory, there's a dull clattering that echoes through the hallway every few moments, and if you look down, there's Yzma in her labcoat and galvanic goggles, taking a pitcher's windup, tossing presumably an hand-sized object at the walls. Its difficult to locate again by sight, so she occasionally gets down on hands and bony knees to search it out, or...sends Kronk to fetch her more materials from the gardens.
Eventually, she reaches for her palm pilot and drones apathetically nto the speaker.]
Trial #283: Still no undesirable results, spare for perhaps utter boredom.
...worse luck breaking mirrors. Though impossible, for the moment.
[A pause. She shrugs, a winds up once more, this time with the device.]
Oh well! Lets just call this myth officially busted, shall we?
[There's a loud clatter, and then static.]
Eventually, she reaches for her palm pilot and drones apathetically nto the speaker.]
Trial #283: Still no undesirable results, spare for perhaps utter boredom.
...worse luck breaking mirrors. Though impossible, for the moment.
[A pause. She shrugs, a winds up once more, this time with the device.]
Oh well! Lets just call this myth officially busted, shall we?
[There's a loud clatter, and then static.]