I'll leave you for Archie to nibble on.

*Calmly pulls slugs off of her and puts them in a cauldron; zaps Negajack again*

*Turns the pillow bricks into slugs which fall harmlessly to the floor* Your tricks are getting old, clown. *Zaps him*

Hold still.

Ugh... My eyes.

No. I don't think I will.

Come out, come out, wherever you are~.

*Looks slightly annoyed by the fact that her face is now blackened with ash from the explosion* That's it. I'm turning you into a newt.

That's a shame.

As far as I'm concerned, it is.

Bye~!

You would have that thing explode while you're still holding it? You are as crazy as they say...

... How did you get back to normal? No, wait. Don't tell me. It must have been that meddling cousin of mine. The one from this universe. I'll fix her. Then, we can talk.

Oh, good. Your death will come quickly, then.

*Waves hand and the gin evaporates before it can touch her* All in a day's work.

Enjoy the rest of your week~...

*Smirks*

You must be thirsty. Go ahead and take a drink... Drink... and die.

Oh, the usual symptoms of an allergic reaction... Itching, blowing up like a balloon (in your case, quite literally), difficulty breathing... Why, it could even be fatal. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

It's a shame this spell doesn't have a more permanent effect. But I think a week of being sober will be cruel enough as it is.