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MAGIC: Come, sit with me. *STIRS COFFEE LOUDLY AND SLURPS* Ah, that's a damn fine cup of coffee. Now, your mother, as potential hostess, has received a communique which could be of benefit to you.
TWIZZ: How so?
MAGIC: There could be candy.
TWIZZ: That would indeed be of benefit to me. Tell me more.
MAGIC: Your mother will reveal its contents to us, via the medium of of interpretive dance, let us watch intently together.
*INTERPRETIVE DANCE INTERLUDE*
MAGIC: You notice your mother made a sweet face and moonwalked across the carpet?
TWIZZ: Yes.
MAGIC: Now this means the message was sent from a parallel dimension, and The Traveller will be coming far to visit us.
TWIZZ: I understand.
MAGIC: There is more.
*INTERPRETIVE DANCE INTERLUDE*
MAGIC: You saw how her your mother had one hand in her pocket, and made bunny ears with the other?
TWIZZ: I did.
MAGIC: And how she blinked both eyes, as if in disbelief? This means that The Traveller lives in the same house as ourselves, but in that alternate dimension.
TWIZZ: But why would he wish to visit the Asgard of our dimension?
*INTERPRETIVE DANCE INTERLUDE*
MAGIC: A good question indeed. Dr. Patel, perhaps you could shed some light on his possible motivation?
KILLER: She is not real.
DR. PATEL: I am not real.
KILLER: She is a construct.
DR. PATEL: I am a construct.
KILLER: She does not belong here.
DR. PATEL: I do not belong here.
THE HOSTESS: But I do, and I have his words here, in this small box of light, sshhh....
THE TRAVELLER: We would hear your machines.
THE MACHINES: He will hear the machines.
THE FOOD PROCESSOR: That means me, doesn't it? *(in 'machine talk')*
THE MACHINES: No, not you...
*MUSICAL INTERLUDE*
TWIZZ: When will he come, daddy?
MAGIC: What day is it!?
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