You decide to throw caution to the wind and add a third elixir to the mixture. The liquid in the cup starts to fizzle, sparks flying out and smoke emanating from it as the concurring magical energies clash within it, trying to combine one another, to disastrous effect. The contents explode violently, not unlike the potion you tried to brew earlier which ultimately caused this mess, spraying dense gray smoke all over the room. As the smoke starts to clear you try to cough to clear your lungs, but find you are now unable to. Panicked, you try to reach for your throat, but finds your limbs unresponsive as well. You find yourself sitting on the ground, unable to move or breathe, but somehow you are not suffocating, like you no longer need to breathe. Looking at a shattered mirror piece leaning on the wall in front of you, you are horrified to find that your skin has taken a fake, silicon sheen, your face frozen in a sexy pout, taking the appearance of a realistic doll. Not only did this no