Trix gave the bottle a vicious kick. What sort of monster would stuff a poor fairy into one of those? Peering out from between the cupboard doors, it seemed to be the kind with a little smug smirk and big junk pack. Hand going to her hip, the sprite took hold of her coiled whip and launched herself into the air. "<span style="color: fuchsia">Fiend! Wretch!</span>" she shouted, lashing at his pointy ear. "<span style="color: fuchsia">You'd better not try sticking any more of my kind in one of your bottles! Do you hear me?!</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>