Jack Chick just shat himself

Had probably one of the daftest request I've even heard proposed to me a few days ago: One of my friends has gotten hold of the Key of Solomon (which supposedly allows you to summon demons) and wants to try it out for Hallowene. In the middle of a major tourist attraction, no less.
So, being me, I just laughed and said sure, because it's one of those things, like coming into uni dressed like an SS, which while I wouldn't come up with it myself, I'd do if someone offered, just for kicks and giggles.
So we're summoning a demon. It's called Ipod or something, and I'll be tracing the summoning circle while said friend will be preforming the incantation. Hopefully we'll attract quite a crowd, and look pretty damn silly when nothing happens. At which point we'll retire to some bar for drinks and a good laugh.
If by some insane, off the wall, facepalming luck it does work, all of us will have to reevaluate our respective belief systems, but that shouldn't be too bad, 'cause we're planning to ask it for next week's lottery numbers, and nothing helps religious evaluation better than several million pounds (split four ways, of course), not to mention the bonus from the scientific community for successfully proving the existance of a supernatural being becuase we'll get a guy to film it.
Anyway, the other night we were settling down to run through the neccessary preperations, with the little occult book and various candles and incense, and I told the others "Dude , if Jack Chick could see this he'd probably spontaniously combust of something."
Spent the rest of the evening trying to make a talisman out of tin to control the demon. The closest we could get to tin was solder from the DIY shop (99.3% so hey), and we nearly choke trying to melt that into a recognisably round shape.
So yeah. We're going to make a bit of a show of it, with masks and robes and weird archaic stuff (had to remain a friend that no, a Cthulhu puppet would not be appropriate, but thanks anyway), so I'll be pretty disappointed if it rains.

Jack Chick just shat himself

Had probably one of the daftest request I've even heard proposed to me a few days ago: One of my friends has gotten hold of the Key of Solomon (which supposedly allows you to summon demons) and wants to try it out for Hallowene. In the middle of a major tourist attraction, no less.
So, being me, I just laughed and said sure, because it's one of those things, like coming into uni dressed like an SS, which while I wouldn't come up with it myself, I'd do if someone offered, just for kicks and giggles.
So we're summoning a demon. It's called Ipod or something, and I'll be tracing the summoning circle while said friend will be preforming the incantation. Hopefully we'll attract quite a crowd, and look pretty damn silly when nothing happens. At which point we'll retire to some bar for drinks and a good laugh.
If by some insane, off the wall, facepalming luck it does work, all of us will have to reevaluate our respective belief systems, but that shouldn't be too bad, 'cause we're planning to ask it for next week's lottery numbers, and nothing helps religious evaluation better than several million pounds (split four ways, of course), not to mention the bonus from the scientific community for successfully proving the existance of a supernatural being becuase we'll get a guy to film it.
Anyway, the other night we were settling down to run through the neccessary preperations, with the little occult book and various candles and incense, and I told the others "Dude , if Jack Chick could see this he'd probably spontaniously combust of something."
Spent the rest of the evening trying to make a talisman out of tin to control the demon. The closest we could get to tin was solder from the DIY shop (99.3% so hey), and we nearly choke trying to melt that into a recognisably round shape.
So yeah. We're going to make a bit of a show of it, with masks and robes and weird archaic stuff (had to remain a friend that no, a Cthulhu puppet would not be appropriate, but thanks anyway), so I'll be pretty disappointed if it rains.