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

*This is it, years of preparation has finally culminated in this moment. * Another walk around the pentagram drawn in perfect chalk on the cement floor of the empty warehouse, and he was sure he was ready. 
 
 Carefully checking the inscriptions one last time, he raised his hands and invoked the ancient verse of *Deilani* to summon none other than Satan himself. 
 
 Blinding blue light emanated from the wording around the pentagram and he had to close his eyes again it. After a few minutes, the light faded and he peered eagerly through the smoke, ready to serve his new master. 
 
 From the center or the pentagram came a loud... Belch? The smoke finally cleared revealing a rather ordinary looking man, wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a stain on the left side, and thick rimmed black glasses. The stranger gave an irritated sigh and glared at the perplexed man standing outside the pentagram. 
 
 `` Seriously? I was in the middle of binge-watching Game of Thrones, did you really have to do this now? Who taught you how to spell, anyway?'' 
 
 The man took an uncertain step back, this is not the evil mastermind he had been anticipating. Finally, he was able to stutter out a hesitant question. 
 
 `` W-who are you?'' 
 
 The stranger shook his head. 
 
 `` I'm **Stan**, you idiot. You forgot an'A' in the name'', the stranger replied while gesturing to the error in his scripture. 
 
 `` That's impossible!'' He exclaimed. `` I triple checked my work!'' 
 
 `` Well, next time quadruple check it. I'm tired of you overzealous morons interrupting my personal life because you think you can summon the all powerful Satan'' 
 
 `` O-of course, sorry. `` He did n't know what else to say or do, maybe it was n't meant to be. 
 
 `` Whatever. Just send me back.'' 
 
 He stared blankly at `` Stan'' who he had summoned. 
 
 `` You're joking, you *did* learn how to send things back to where they came from, right?'' 
 
 `` Well... `` Not knowing what to say, he averted his eyes, choosing instead to stare at the smooth cement floor. 
 
 `` Unbelievable, you were just going to summon Satan and let him roam free without sending him back?'' 
 
 He nodded silently. He really had n't thought this through, he supposed. 
 
 With a growl of frustration, Stan pulled a small white stone out of his pocket. `` Well, good thing I'm ready for idiots like you.'' 
 
 `` What is that?'' he asked nervously. 
 
 `` A portal stone, it will take me back to my comfy couch and warm apartment and out of this stupid cold warehouse.'' 
 
 `` Oh.'' 
 
 `` Listen, do n't try this shit again, ok?'' 
 
 `` Sure,'' he could barely get a reply out before he was blinded by another flash of light, and Stan was gone. 

