[I tried. I dunno. It’s late.]
Dipper sighed, but finished tuning the last strings of his violin before answering the summons. He appeared in a burst of smoke and fire, took one look at the half-a-dozen eager teens wearing or holding various Mizar the Magnificent memorabilia, and promptly sighed again—only twice as dramatic and three times as loud.
“For the last time,” he cried, “I don’t know where that statue is. Stop asking me!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be omniscient?” asked one of the fans. He was wearing a dress decorated with summoning rhombuses.
“That’s not how it—”
“Just help us solve this puzzle,” another fan said, tossing Dipper a 13x13x13 Rubik’s cube. “It’s supposed to lead to another clue. Please?”
“What, no!” Dipper threw the cube back at her. “Leave me alone. Don’t ever call me again. Alcor out. Peace.” He vanished.
And a moment later, he reappeared. “And don’t summon demons. Okay, Alcor out for real this time. Bye.”
