Without a word, she swept up the broken pieces scattered on the floor.
Then everything happened so fast, no one saw how she did it but she somehow turned the pieces into two mugs of chilled beer.
He cheered and the two drank it up; seemingly oblivious of what it was before. Perhaps something to do with their frequent visitation to the oblivion. Hah!
Next, as though in a trance, the two stumbled their way to a magnificent gateway. It was so magnificent, other words like great would just sound lame in comparison.
Alice took out a stolen subtle knife and started cuttting at the gateway; her action fatefully revealed its spongelike texture.
Soon, there was a visible hole for both to squeeze through, and they did.
On the other side, there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
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