"I know Ur-Zhul is real," Ely said, her face set in concentration. "I know he loves us. I know he died for us."
"But?" Sven asked.
"But ever since he came back, with all his flesh rotten and a persistent desire for brains, I feel it's just not been the same," Ely concluded sadly.
"Braiins," Ur-Zhul moaned from below the makeshift barricade Ely and Svet had hurriedly blocked the float-shaft with.
Ely looked at Svet. Svet looked at Ely.
"Perhaps we can pacify him with some choice vhul-meat?" Svet suggested.
"Worth a shot," Ely agreed.
They pulled vhul-meat from the kitchen wormhole. They heated it. ("Mmm!" Ely said, sniffing the air. "Smells good!") They threw it through the barricade, watching a faint blue glow surround it as it floated down.
There was a damp squelching noise - as of meat landing on housecoral - then munching noises - then another squelch.
"Well?" Svet whispered.
"Braiiiiins," Ur-Zhul moaned unhappily.
Ely and Svet settled down to think a little more.
"Maybe some zugwurtz pudding, molded into the shape of a brain?" Ely proposed.
They pulled a can of zugwurtz from the wormhole. They poured it into a brain-shape mold the household AI (thoughtfully!) fabricated for them. They watched it cool. Then they tossed it down the float-shaft!
Flutter, flutter, flutter, went the zugwurtz-brain.
Nom nom nom.
"BRAAAAAAAAAAINS!" Ur-Zhul wailed.
"Maybe having our own personal savior (back from the grave!) wasn't the best Vingemass wish after all," Ely speculated.