| Summary: Phoebe somehow becomes psychically linked to a succubus, a witch who makes a deal with the dark side to protect herself from heartbreak, and the sisters have to stop her before she kills again. The spell they cast to track her gives some unexpected results. |
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| Piper: There�s nothing wrong with you. It�s a dream. A metaphor for extreme sexual frustration. Trust me, I should know. Phoebe: Or maybe I�m the killer. Come on you guys. It�s not like there�s no precedent. Piper turned into a werewolf once, remember? Piper: A Wendigo. Phoebe: Whatever. Phoebe: I�m sorry, wait a minute. I tell you that maybe I�m some kind of man-killing demon and you want me to go to Bachelor Central? Phoebe: My sister Prue would like to sign up. Prue: I would? Prue: 3,500 bucks? Okay, I could buy a man for that. Piper: All you have to do is visualize a man that you admire and then you emulate him. You know, the walk will follow. Prue: A man that I admire . . . all right . . . I got that. Piper: The man you admire is Richard Simmons? Morris: I suppose you want me to release this Dr. Owen Grant, too, huh? Phoebe: Uh, no, actually. He�s still a potential victim. As long as he�s here, he�s safe. You can�t let him out. Morris: This is going to bite me in the ass. I know it is. Piper: Oh, you�re gonna nail her, are you? Oh, so this whole man thing, this sort of short-circuits the old "maybe I should consult my sisters" wiring, now, doesn�t it? Phoebe: Uh, did Manny just check out that girl�s butt? Piper: Oh, God. This is starting to get weird. Phoebe: It�s starting to get weird? Phoebe: Great. We�re dealing with a sensitive man-killing demon. |