I'm the warden and you're a criminal
Enter a pale, gangly fellow in a garish purple suit replete with top-hat and cane. He looks like he's dressed up for a costume party where he's going as Willy Wonka, or possibly Elton John. He doesn't so much come through a door as just a 'hole' in reality, and mid sentence as well.
"..no, Jared. Everything will work out ~fine~, you'll see. My plan is perfect! Jared? JARED, are you even listening...to.me.I...oh..."
There is the sound of laughter from the other side of the 'portal', an echoing laugh or two of the same voice. Then the hole seals up. The warden turns a second too late.
"Wait. Wait!! Damn it..."
He turns and squints at the nexus and its inhabitants through yellow lenses, as he worries his lower lip under gapped teeth. The sign is read with a nod.
"~Interesting~."
"So, what dimension is this? Also, what is the best way to handle falling hopelessly and inexorably in lust love with an employee?"
"..no, Jared. Everything will work out ~fine~, you'll see. My plan is perfect! Jared? JARED, are you even listening...to.me.I...oh..."
There is the sound of laughter from the other side of the 'portal', an echoing laugh or two of the same voice. Then the hole seals up. The warden turns a second too late.
"Wait. Wait!! Damn it..."
He turns and squints at the nexus and its inhabitants through yellow lenses, as he worries his lower lip under gapped teeth. The sign is read with a nod.
"~Interesting~."
"So, what dimension is this? Also, what is the best way to handle falling hopelessly and inexorably in lust love with an employee?"