Can you imagine how hard one of those Mystery-worshipping pickup magicians would shit himself if this guy pulled up through a veil of mist saying “Here let me call you back, Phil, I’ve just got to deal with something real quick”? It would sound like a buffalo hitting cliff-bottom.
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