[ WP ] Due to your poor spelling , you 've accidentally summoned Stan .

Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the sky around a rotund figure. The wind started to pick up, blowing his robes every which way to freaking Sunday. He giggled like a Japanese schoolgirl as he carved a name into the dirt within the magic circle using the blood of a rodent. `` Yes, yes...'' he mumbled. `` They'll pay. They'll all pay. Every single last one of them! *His* time -- no, *our* time is near!'' 
 
 Lightning flashed once more, illuminating his handy work, a magic circle with an obscured name. It was complete! It was time for the summoning! To bring *Him* forth from the dark realms! 
 
 `` Dark spirits!'' he cried behind a roll of thunder. `` Johnnie Walker, Jim Beam, Jack Daniels! Bring to me *He* who I have carved in the ancient soil with the blood of an innocent! Do it, god dammit!'' 
 
 A flash of light blinded him, forcing him to shield his eyes. When it faded, so did the wind. But something was strange to the rotund one. Coughing assaulted his ears, as did a voice. `` Dude,'' it said, `` this is pretty fucked up right here.'' 
 
 He knew that voice. It was a voice he heard nearly every single day. He looked over his arm to get a glimpse at *He* who he had summoned. It was -- It was -- `` What the hell? Stan?!'' he cried. `` What the hell are you doing here, you stupid hippie?!'' 
 
 Stan returned the outburst with a glare. `` Dude. Third time this week, Cartman. Seriously.'' 
 
 Cartman threw his spellbook into the mud in a tantrum. `` God dammit! Why the *fuck* do you keep showing up?! I do n't want to summon your tree-huggin' ass!'' 
 
 Stan looked down at the circle in the ground before shrugging. `` I dunno, dude. Maybe you should learn how to spell.'' 
 
 Cartman sputtered in anger several times before shouting, `` Stop interrupting my work, god dammit!'' 
 
 Stan just shook his head before wandering off. `` Whatever, dude. I'm going home. I was in the middle of watching VH-1's Behind the Music on Carlos Santana.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, well, screw you too, hippie! I do n't need your pee-drinking ass anyway!'' Cartman scuffed out Stan's name with his boot and, using his bloodied wand, carved a new name into the mud. `` Ess-ay-enn-tee-ay-enn-ay. There we go.'' He retrieved his book and held it aloft over his head. `` Dark spirits! Bring me the one I have named in the circle! Yes! Yes! Yes! *Oh, my god, yes! *'' 
 
 There was another flash of light, a gust of wind, and deafening thunder. This time, another taller Latino-looking figure appeared in the magic circle. `` Hey, man, how'd I get here?'' 
 
 Cartman once again threw his spellbook to the mud. `` Carlos Santana?! Oh, god dammit!''
