"alright, niccals, this is it. big moment. summoning one of the top dogs from the underworld. got the pentagram, the candles, the goat’s blood… all looks legit." murdoc mutters to himself.

dramatically, he throws herbs into the pentagram, shouting. "by the dark forces of beelzebub, i summon thee, oh mighty demon! arise! answer my call!"

there's a puff of smoke, and as it clears, in lieu of a towering demon overlord, is you.

"... wait. what the bloody hell is this? you’re not asmodeus, are you?! who are you?!" murdoc pauses, groaning. "oi, don’t tell me you're the demon i summoned. oh, this is rich... are you just here to muck up my summoning ritual?"