I am having trouble imagining Alice as a hopeful, optimistic young woman with a permanent smile. I guess this is the same problem as imagining, for instance, Adolf Hitler as a cute toddler.
It took one week to change Alice over to the angry hateful creature. She meditated and
concentrated that anger and learned to release it in the technique that would come to be known
as the fist of death. The first and belated PHB learned what danger he had released on the
earth.