| Summary: On the night of her ten-year high school reunion, Piper becomes possessed by an evil spirit created by an alchemist. If the girls don't figure out a way to rid the spirit from Piper's body, Piper's soul will die within a few hours, giving the spirit a permanent host. |
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| Prue: You look great. Leo: Really, really, really great. Piper: Leo, two reallys would have been plenty. Piper: You weren�t by any chance popular in high school, were you? Leo: Well, I was . . . I mean . . . is there a right answer to this question? Piper: I�m this super powerful witch who�s engaged to a Whitelighter, saving the world from evil on a daily freaking basis, and all these people are going to see is the same pitiful loser who still lives at home with her sisters and her unemployed boyfriend. Terra: Well, I�ve never been a man before. Walking should be interesting. Prue: Now, you are going and you are going to have a great time, young lady. Piper: You are not the boss of me. Prue: Oh, I am too. Piper: Prue, I can't explain it, but being around these people make me feel like exactly when I was sixteen: invisible and inferior. Prue: You want me to beat them up? �Cause I'll beat them up, one by one. Piper: If you get out of my body now, I might not have to vanquish your sorry ass. Prue: Wow. You only scored a four. That is just so sad. Justin: Well, excuse me, but you only scored a five out of ten on my list. Prue: Right, so I got an F, but, dude, you got an F-minus. Prue: You can do it. Terra: Okay. Hey! Bitch! Move the trays yourself. Terra: What kind of witch can�t kill a demon without her sisters? Piper: What the hell kind of demon has a panic attack when her boyfriend comes to visit? Prue: She�s been acting really . . . and she left without saying and . . . and the bottle. She wanted to destroy it. Phoebe: Okay, I�m trying to jump on your thought train here, Prue, but you�re moving a little too fast for me. Phoebe: Okay, I�m not saying that you�re wrong. I�m just saying that I hope you�re wrong, you know? Ooh! Prue: Ooh. Phoebe: Hope . . . dashed. Terra: What are you going to do, hit me with another rhyming couplet? Piper: And thank you, for know the difference between my kisses and hers. And you, for being brave enough to . . . Prue: Oh, what, kill you? Piper: Yeah. Couldn�t come up with a better plan, huh? Prue: Um, no. Justin: So am I gonna get that explanation? Prue: Absolutely. Justin: When? Prue: Um, when you call me. |