There is little more dangerous than someone that thinks they know what they’re doing. Among that short list is “horny idiots with a magic book”.
I mean, just look at them. One was wearing a pointy blue hat with stars right out of the “Master Wizard” halloween costume. Another had what appeared to be a black tablecloth tied around his neck, while wearing a very very very very very dark blue to the point you would swear it was black hoodie and the last (because there are *always* three) was wearing a Lord of the Rings t-shirt.
“On this day, at this hour, we summon a, most fearful power!” pointy hat began, gesticulating in a most random fashion over a hexagon drawn in chalk.
“Our sacrifice, to set the mood, consists of hair, and sweat and blood!” blue hoodie continued, picking up a (black) bowl full of the aforementioned items. He set it on the hexagon.
“But even more, we’ll gladly pay, so long as it, will get us laid!” t-shirt finished, marking the exclamation point with a most pointed point of his pointed stick that we should point out is probably intended to be a wand.
For a moment, nothing at all happened. Just for a moment. Then all of a sudden something did. A little spark in the middle of the bowl. The boys grinned. Followed by another. And another. And another. The boys would do well not to smile so widely, lest their faces stick like that. It would be awfully difficult for them to get any sort of career in the future if at every interview they attended, they appeared to be performing impersonations of the Joker.
The bowl began to levitate into the air, and once it reached head height smoke began to spill out of it. The boys choked on the fumes, but before long the smoke coalesced into three forms. Three human forms. Three human female forms. Three drop-dead sexy, big-bosomed, hourglass-figured, sensual, seductive forms right out of the ultimate wet dream.
“Who has summoned us?” all three asked at once. “We shall attend your bidding, as you dem-”
“Are you sure this is the place?” a voice asked from just outside the garage. “Looks ordinary enough.”
“I’m telling you, the evil energy is off the charts! Something’s going on in here!”
“Do you feel that, sisters?” the middle succubus asked.
“Yes. I do,” the one on the right replied. “It would appear that you are fortunate, mortals. We will not ask your souls in exchange for favours. Simply set free our limitations so we may rend these do-gooders apart!”
“Uh… Do-gooders?” pointy hat asked. “What do you mean? What do-goo-”
As if in response, the garage door slowly swung open. Standing behind it and framed against the night sky were five silhouetted figures. Five girls, standing in frankly silly poses and wearing skirts far too short for the crisp night air. They couldn’t possibly be comfortable dressed like that.
“Some succumb to evil without knowing what they’re giving up,” the middle one said. “But as warriors of justice, the Sailor Scouts will protect people, even from themselves! I, Sailor Moon, am here to save you!”
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