*Looks at the frying pan for a moment* No, and no. No effects again. *Tosses frying pan out* I suppose I'm gonna need some help. This will take a moment tho. *Pulls out a book, flipping through pages* How would you like to hear a bedtime story? You're the type who loves to sleep afterall. While you sleep, I shall gain access to your mind. Glock! Smock! Prepare for the ritual. *The cultists draws marks around the torture room with Tzeentch symbols*