Autumn 1911
I guess the page ripped out of the Necronomicon and Nameless Cults is the one that reveals the magic word “please.”
Right, you tell him Winston. Ernest is supposed to SHOW, not TELL! Oh wait, that’s my bad. Sometimes nothing gets story out efficiently like dialogue. And these days I aim for efficiency maybe a little more than I should.
“I need a soul, Ralph. Any soul. YOUR soul!!” — Bart Simpson “Aaaaaaah!” — Ralph Wiggum. I’m not sure even I would recognize sincerity on Ernest’s face if it were actually there…