|You hold the macaroni fragments in your hand and close your eyes. Your consciousness turns inward, and then outward, and ends up somewhere else entirely.
You swim through the higher planes, tethered to the corporeal realm by a tenuous strand of spaghetti. You follow some instinct, some unutterable, deep knowledge, to a place where dim spirits flit between slightly less dim trees. You find the spirit you're looking for.
"Hello, spirit." you say.
"<name>. My name is <name>."
"Pleased to meet you, <name>. I found part of what used to be your body. How would you feel about being called on to do me a favor, from time to time?"
"Indifferent," says <name> with a sigh, "but the rules are the rules. I'll be there when you call."
The spirit drifts away as you follow your noodle home and shift sideways, back into the physical realm.