"Barnaby Button, a man whose physique defied gravity and whose scalp reflected the heavens, was not your typical occultist. He favored sweatpants over ceremonial robes, and his magical incantations often involved the strategic deployment of a well-placed burp. His mustache, a glorious walrus-like creation, twitched with every whispered spell and every accidental spill of his morning coffee.
One Tuesday, Barnaby decided he was tired of mundane magic. No more summoning lost keys or mildly improving his Wi-Fi signal. Today, he would summon... a sentient cheese grater. 'Imagine the possibilities!' he’d declared to his startled tabby cat, Mittens, who had seen enough to know better than to question Barnaby’s logic.



