“I am master of all, and muster the none, if you disbelieve me, I shall sequester your fun!” you scream into the silence of your mother's empty house. That sounded officially magical didn't it? What else could you add to this cauldron of mysticism to open this sacred portal to double the dimensions you are normally accustomed to? The house wood cracks, but beyond that, no response is audible. You stomp your foot on the ground, and in rising exacerbation, try again.
“Dingle Berry Donk! Your mother loves to crunk! She tipped the bailey over, and the law landed on her shoulder!” a deep, disturbing whine emanates from your basement. The legally binding pentagram before you begins to shudder. Could this be it? Are you there? Best try one more sacred line of text!
“Dicks and bricks, tossed among the fairies, I miss the ship that brings the berries!” You stomp your foot five times, and once again then entire house begins to shudder. The creaking of the homes bones increases, with rhythmic clarity, it worms it's way from beneath the dirt, and up into conscious cohesion. A voice emerges.
“You dumb dolt! You already realized it was the SIXTH dimension you were trying to reach. Why the fuck would you draw a PENTAGRAM?” With that, a sulfuric smoke arises from the five-pointed star, and envelopes your earthly frame, drawing you down into the earth. “You already know what the fifth dimension is like right son?”