Dip the apple in the brew. Let the sleeping death seep through. Look. On the skin. The symbol of what a lies within. Now turn red to tempth Snow White to make her hunger for a bite. Have a bite. It’s not for you. It’s for Snow White. When she breaks the tender peel to taste the apple in my hand. Her breath will still, her blood congeal, then I’ll be fairest in the land! Ha-ha-ha! But wait… there maybe the antidote. Nothing must be overlooked. Oh, here it is. “The Victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love’s First Kiss.” Love’s First Kiss! Bah! No fear of that. The Dwarfs will think she’s dead. She’ll be buried alive! Ha-ha-ha! Buried alive! Ha-ha-ha! Thirsty? Have a drink! Ha-ha-ha!