Crouching by their cauldron, Crone spies Hag.

“Welcome, weird sister. All the shopping done?”

“Indeed. All poison'd entrails were in stock. Nose of Turk and dragon's scale were pricey, but adder's fork and lizard's leg were inexpensive. They've all gone into our cauldron."

"Gadzooks, this needs sexing up," Harpy grumbles. "Here's lecher's cock in sexpot's orifice, castrato's balls, virago's clit and tits, aged virgin's hymen, labia, and fourchette, plus libertines' sperm amassed from blowjobs."

"Great", Hag enthuses. "Ready to chant our ghoulish spell?"

"SSSTTTOOOPPP!" Crone shrieks.

Long pause; puzzled looks; then they all shout, "Bugger, we forgot the bloody pumpkin."