Bad Enoch cackled as she listened to the radio in the darkness. "Nice one Cruella" she said, "now my latest plan is to build a wall between what's left of the UK and Turkey, we have to keep those damn migrants out of our blessed realm". She laughed loudly "Mwuuhahahaha!'. Little Fartage tittered and farted, as he sat at her feet.
She lifted her dress. "Now Fartarse, come and do your duty!". He crawled around behind her and sniffed. "Enough sniffing, get licking!" she demanded. His little face disappeared between her cheeks. She groaned slightly. "That's enough....for now....fetch the black candle". "Yes Mistress" he croaked.
When the candle was lit, she moved over to her cauldron and began to stir it. "Now!, it is time to summon the Great Daemon!". She stirred the noxious brew, and the rancid fumes filled the stone chamber. I summon thee, O Great one, I summon thee in the name of X!"
The fumes rose, and then a great figure arose, with red eyes, filling the chamber with green light. The Great Daemon sat before them, laptop in hand. "Who had the nerve to call to me!?" he shouted, "Abase yourselves, you lowly creatures!" They bowed very low.
"Oh Great Eloon" said Bad Enoch, "We have been praying for your support all of our lives, we are your faithful servants!". They bowed again. "How dare you interrupt my posting, you fools. Did you not know I have discarded you! Do not presume to summon the great leader of the free world!". He raised his magic Starlink and blasted them to pieces, laughing. "Now I have more important work to do, where is my sidekick Tommeh?"
Ends..... or does it?