It's not cheating, it's called having something up my sleeve! Wait, no, it's more like I've got a whole mess of nothing up my sleeve.

[will void jokes ever get old? NOPE. she cracks herself up every time. but after another moment of concentration, the secret weapon she had up her sleeve pops into existence! it's. it's —]

[a perfectly generic object.]

[wait, what the hell?]

What the hell? [that's not what she was trying to do at all.]