You knew you didn’t have the power to bring down a whole biblical plague on this stepford-looking little backwater, but you knew enough to cast something that would ruin the sanctity of their beloved little ‘burb. But what? What could you conjure to torment the village of idiots who reared that stupid Boy Scout that kept ruining your plans? Then it came to you. It was perfect. You drew the sigils, recited the chants, sacrificed the blood… then silence. Until 🎼”Hello my baby! Hello my honey!