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A faint sound reaches into your ears and gives them a tickle long before Rivka’s surprise guest comes through the portal… a faint tingling at first, like the jingle of the triangle you got stuck with in music class…
And then you hear horns. And strings.
Before you can register what’s happening, the tingle grows into a full orchestral piece–nothing booming or boisterous like those classical songs, mind, but one of those happy-go-lucky background tunes right out of one of those…
Oh no.
Oh <span class="mu-i">NO</span>.
“What the FUUUUCKKK, BRO!” Sputters Raj in a rare case of un-<span class="mu-s">COOL CUSTOMERITUDE</span>, “W-WHAT IS THAT?!”
“N-no…” Adds Chuck with pinprick pupils and a mortified look on his face, “No…”
“Oh <span class="mu-s">YES!</span>” Croons Rivka as one of her slaves tops off her mug with some more maple syrup, “Hauser didn’t see the appeal when his lab drones discovered <span class="mu-i">this</span> particular dimension, but <span class="mu-i">I</span> on the other hand have always found beauty in brutality…”
The lights around the chamber fade as a gloved hand twice your size pokes through the portal and uses the gate as a handhold! As the scientist continues to cackle above you, you share an uncertain glance with the rest of your pals before taking a few cautious steps backwards!
It’s only after the glove’s owner pops his grinning, whiskered face through the gate that you realize what’s happening: the lights aren’t fading…
They’re losing <span class="mu-i">COLOR!</span>
Emerging from the gate like a shark fin from the water comes what has to be a twenty-no, twenty-<span class="mu-i">FIVE</span> foot <span class="mu-s">CARTOON CAT!</span> Smiling at you with cold, impassive, quarter-moon eyes, the dimensional traveler pulls his two-buttoned pants higher up around his skinny waist before striding fully into the chamber… with a truck-sized <span class="mu-s">MALLET</span> resting across his shoulders!
Bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the old-fashioned tune currently boring holes into your ear drums, the cat’s grimace somehow manages to spread even further across his face…
With that, he hefts the mallet above his head–the tool nearly scraping the ceiling–before he takes a silent, but determined step in your direction!
WHAT DO!? REMEMBER, YOU’VE GOT FOUR PEOPLE!
>IT’S A LANKY CAT THING–JUST BLAST IT!
>GET UP CLOSE AND STRIKE! SEE HOW DURABLE THIS CARTOON IS!
>TRY TO DESTROY THE MALLET FIRST!
>BAIT HIM INTO ATTACKING RIVKA!
>FOCUS ON THE EMITTERS!
>DESTROY THE PORTAL! NO MORE PALS!
>WRITE-IN!
