And now, my fellow acolytes of The Most Unholy Temple of urk-Thu’ul, we await the moment of the Master’s arrival. We have done all that the ancient scrolls have commanded: Gathered on this mountaintop in Peru, closest point on the astral pathway to planet Murkulon VII; painstakingly reconstructed the Pentagram of Ra from fragments and clues gathered over centuries; waited until the precise moment of the celestial alignment that happens only once every 666 years; and summoned the master with the incantation “Wiki-wiki Zumm Narge Yip-Yop ka-Bingle!”
Now we need only wait, and soon from the pentagram shall emerge the unholy beast, its glistening tentacles eager to feast on the — wait a minute! That’s not the Master! Carl, are you sure it’s “Yip-Yop ka-Bingle” and not “Yop-Yip ka-Bingle“? Well, then, what in the name of heckfire did we just summon?