Castle - Room 47

You enter a kitchen. The sound of bubbling liquid and the smell of herbs and rotten food suffuses the air. Two old hags are chattering by a boiling cauldron. A black cat hisses in the corner.

We have company, Martha. You must be the new sculleryman. Be a good dear and stir this pot.

While these witches look scary, they seem harmless enough. Not eager to find out for sure, you smile politely and head for the door. As you leave, the same witch mumbles:

How rude. So hard to find good help these days.