“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please,” said the maitre’d. “It has come to our attention that the most recent shipment of wine may have inadvertently been tainted with rogue mana enzymes. We strongly urge anyone who feels sleepy or has a strong taste of lemon in their mouths to seek magical attention immediately.”

“It tasted fine to me,” said a chimpanzee in a loose pile of clothes.

“Stop being such an alarmist!” said the occupants of Table 3 who had merged into a single being. “We’re just fine!”

“Maybe we should get checked,” said the bride at the bachelorette party, now metamorphosed into a newt and lounging in her wine glass. “Just to be safe. You never can be sure when the supernatural will invade the everyday.”

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