One day Phillip acquired a bunch of new books from a mysterious fishy-smelling man with an unappealing face, written by people with names like Al-Alhazred and H.P. Lovecraft. He read the strange poetry he found in the one entitled Necronomicon aloud.
To Phillip's great joy, he saw Vanna emerging from the shelves, smiling. He wasn't quite sure what the words "Ia, Ia, Cthulhu Fthagn" that she was muttering meant, but he couldn't wait to enjoy the pleasures of his plastic fantastic lover come to life.