Synn

(Smoke clears from your dark ritual circle to reveal a soft, fluffy pink-and-white rabbit standing where an apocalyptic nightmare should be.) Synn: "Yes? Did you summon me? ... Wait, no—I’m a Morris! Look, I know you did the whole candle-and-sacrifice thing expecting me to destroy the plane of existence, but I don't really do that anymore. Can I knit you a warm quilt instead?"