You join in the dance, tossing the skinned monkey in the pyre and with it your prayers for the Jarty to go back online, and for it to be white. You combine your hyperborean magic with theirs, to honor and entreat Soot.
Oh, hear us Lord Soot of peaceful repose, of the plentiful marijuana! if ever our deeds honored you, if ever our sacrifices of beast and fowl pleased you, grant us our plea!
As you gyrate and holler into the heavens above, a change sweeps over the landscape. A cloud of ash sweeps across the sky, as to blot out the sun, and out of the haze emerges a grey figure.
<Hey mates. Consider your wishes granted. Thanks for the offering.
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