Self Love

"Victoria, when I snap my fingers, you'll be convinced you're the prettiest, most desirable actress in the world. If I mention the name of another celebrity, you'll insult her looks. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Victoria, when you see yourself in a mirror, you'll be so enraptured, you'll want to make out with your reflection."

The crowd laughed.

John brought out a large oval mirror and placed it in an empty chair near Victoria.

"When I say 'sleep,' you'll fall back into this trance."

John snapped his fingers, and Victoria awoke from the trance.

"So, Victoria, are you just as attractive as say Ariana Grande?"

"That...uh squint-eyed skank? She can't even decide what skin color she is," said an annoyed Victoria. "I mean is she Asian? Is she Hispanic? Is she white?"

"What about Elizabeth Gillies?"

"Hmph, eyes too far apart, mouth to small. Neither are as hot as I am."

John handed her the mirror. As soon a she saw herself, she started kissing her reflection, smearing lipstick all over the mirror, but she kept mugging it.