"SHAZBALAAM!" Shouted Dildoni, and a blinding flash shot out of his wand like a burst of blinding wand-rays.
As the smoke cleared, he realized he had scorched off his eyebrows again, and his eyes beheld several vibrating balls of fire. Gradually these abated, and he realized he was seated on his ass on the curb of a busy street.
Standing up and brushing off his robes, he recognized the street as Zmaj ad Bosne Avenue in the Bascarsija section of Sarajevo. Glancing at his wristwatch he muttered "espresso time" and wandered off toward Stari Grad Square, vaguely recalling a dream he had had regarding several urbanites stranded in a raft.