"I'm so glad you like my gift. I- uhm... I don't think that's supposed to come off like that.."
Like tried to intervene but each time he tried to pull one of the servants away he ended up turning into two pulling servants, whom each started pulling servants and before you could say [u][b] "Flashmob" [/b][/u] the number of servants had multiplied to a point where Like had lost track of whom he were. With all of Like and the other servants stuck in a mosh pit with Snazzy in the middle things got... hectic.
[i] "Hey stop that!" "Who touched my-"
"I don't-" "Who was that?"
  "What's going-" "Are you me too? Erm."[/i]

Eventually one of Like rolled away from the mess with a headache. "Note to selves, don't interact with crowds. [b]Especially [/b]not crowds of grabby people." he muttered.

He picked up the hand mirror from the ground, it was almost completely trampled.
"I need a second to recuperate." He muttered as he held the mirror to an empty piece of wall.
He reached inside and stretched the sides of the mirror like a rubber band till it was the size of a large wall mirror.
Like stepped in and the glass behind him started to slowly repair itself. As he did the multiplied servants disappeared into a puff of smoke, causing the real ones (as well as Snazzy) to collapse like a ragdoll avalanche.