“I really don’t have time to write this, you know! It’s the middle of our Harvest Season up here in the Catskills and I have the young-ones-in-training out in the woods right now collecting all the Fagan’s Moss, Troll Dust and St. Isaac’s Root they can find. Meantime, I’m tendin’ to all the stuff we got simmering on the kitchen stove. We’re way behind schedule and now, my niece, Angela, just texted me from the city that she’s coming up for an ‘indefinite stay’ and bringing her new boyfriend with her. Great! It’s Harvest Time, everything’s a mess and those three young ones treat this place more like a sorority house than the home of their coven. And now, we gotta make an impression for her boyfriend, too?
Then she tells me he’s a celebrity! He’s Reggie Sinclair, the freakin’ rock star! Not that I’d ever let him know I’ve got all his records back to the 60s, but I know there’s only reason she’s comin’ here: They’ve done something to piss off Mr. Ajax, Lucifer’s right hand man and they’re hoping we can fix it!
You’ll have to pardon me now, but I can smell the Devil’s Yeast a little too strong. That crap goes volatile if gets to a full boil! Wait… you think that’s funny? Well, do ya? … I sure hope you sleep good tonight… I’m just sayin’…”