"NO, STOP!" Dakota tried to scream, but it was too late. This newcomer had inexplicably summoned what amounted to the phallic antichrist, he who used his shaft for destruction rather than enlightenment. Already orange juice was seeping into the room. Dakota ran to the door and flung it open, just as his fellow cult members were rushing in to assist him. They included Rowdy Pistols, Clifton Fumbledum, Nick Limes, Ken, Gat, and King Henry VIII.

"Quick, we must act! While he is still weakened!" Dakota barked. The group formed a circle around the awakening deity. They recited holy incantations, their boners quivering in unison as an encasing force field began to form around Mentulla. Would it be enough? Or would another universe fall victim to erectile eradication?