Me: [finishes up a tarot reading, blows out my spirits' candles and waits for message patterns in the smoke]
Candle smoke: [no discernible shapes]
Me: Alright! [gathers items then glances back at last wisps of smoke]
Smoke: [slowly forms the unmistakable shape of a dick and balls drifting toward my face]
Me: [swatting smoke away] Hardy har, you fucking child
Spirit: [Distant sound of laughing]
















