— It appeared before me and I just... this feeling washed over me. Like peace. Like grace.
— Okay, ecstasy boy. Maybe we’ll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat.
— No way. That's my Division Championship soccer trophy! I can't believe he kept this.
— Yeah, it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy.
— Dean, get me a bucket.
— Find something?
— No, I think I'm going to puke.
— What the hell happened to him?
— Me.
— Dude, all right, I'll admit, we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake! I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?!
— We'll just put it Spongebob-side down.
— Hey, there's salt over here. Right inside the door.
— You mean like protection-against-demons salt or oops-I-spilled-the-popcorn salt?
— You know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!
— Wait. there's no such thing as unicorns?
— Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?
— That's two questions.
— So, is this as glamorous as you thought it would be?
— Except for all the pee-your-pants scares, yeah.