"Well, met by moonlight, sisters," said a voice breaking the monotony of Chad's dark bubbling existence.
"There's no moon tonight, dearie," said another voice with an uncertain waver in her tone as if she didn't want to point that out.
"It's the traditional greeting," snapped the first voice. "Looks like someone is using one of our spells again."
"Hm, nice statue, though I'd like it better if it had a big tentacle right here," said a third unseen voice.
"I bet you would, sis, I bet you would," said the first.
"Oh, please, you're not going to alter it???" pleaded the second.
"Not yet, just thinking. So what's the deal. Unauthorized spelling? The statue looks a bit like Cthulu and Yogswatzit may be in league with this guy," said the third.
"My thoughts precisely, sister. And using our magic to do it too."
"Well, it was their magic before," conceded the second.
"That's before the Old Ones got the boot. Now help me get the lid off."
There's the sound of metal scraping against metal and the lid is lifted away. In the dim light, Chad sees three shadowy figures.
"Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble," laughed the third voice, "Just like the cauldron of Duncan old Lady MacBeth left stewing for us.
"Yes, well, she rightly guessed that Duncan would defeat her MacBaeth, and fortunately, she was too afraid to pour liquified Duncan into the image that Cthulu wanted her to do."
"Still it was cruel to leave him there to congeal into a pudding."
"Indeed, I expect she never thought anyone could put him back. "Man not borne of woman indeed." He came out of the Duncan statue mold, I -er, we made."
"I still think he should have had a belly button."
"Dearie, it was to emphasize that he was unborn."
"Reborn?"
"Never mind. The tentacles reek of Cthulu, so we must intervene."
One of them produced a staff, and stirred Chad. She was the first, "Hm, almost ready."
"S-s-so, what do you want us to do?" asked the second nervously.