You: Mirror mirror on those wheels, who is the finest of them all?
Mirror: You are definitely fine, but there is one who is finer than you I am afraid.
[You experience emotions ranging from shock & dismay]
You: Say what now?!
Mirror: Well you see, I am Italian & made from solid brass, glass & have miles of class. So by default I am the finest of them all.
[You resist the urge to smash the mirror & instead one tear falls from your left tear duct]
You: Oh okay, well I guess that makes sense. I guess you are pretty fine Angelo.
[Angelo Mirror blushes a little]
Angelo Mirror: Oh come on, no way. You really think so?
You: Yes you are absolutely exquisite.
[A beam of light emits from Angelo mirror, blinding you right in the eyeballs]
Angelo Mirror: Since you have been so kind to me, I will always reflect the best of the best of you. You'll always look your very best when you peer into my glass.
[Overcome with emotion, you grab Angelo & start waltzing & twirling around your bedroom all the while the sound of music soundtrack is playing in the background]
[Fade to Black]