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Mithent's Confused Interdimensional Travels part 1

"Yup, fifteen kilograms of Dairy Milk. Hold the wrappers." Mithent drops the handset back on the intercom. All in a day's work at the Choklitism Offices. Well, now that the wars have somehow drawn to a close, anyway. "A coffee'd be nice." muses the magenta dragon to himself, and points at a mug standing neglected on the desk. With a fizz and a small implosion, the mug is filled with brown-coloured liquid.

Upon tasting the contents, though, Mithent is less than impressed. "Mud?! Oh, please not that awful joke about 'freshly ground'... does this universe have to have a sense of humour?"

... Unknown to the philosophical dragon, a certain portal is fast approaching the Choklitism Office Wing.

A secretary walks in, scowling at a piece of paper. "Why do I have to move all yer messages around? You've got good pairs of legs and wings, y'know!" she moans, before thrusting the paper onto Mithent's desk.

"So You're About To Be Swallowed Up By A Thick Air Portal Filled With Smoke," reads Mithent aloud. "Who sent this? It's utter tripe. I've not been swallowed up by anything."

Famous last words. Within seconds, Mithent and the unhappy secretary are swallowed up by the thick air portal. After a period of general tumbling and being tossed around, the two emerge next to a man holding novelty balloons, who screams and runs away as fast as his legs will carry him.

Everything is in bright shades - lots of pinks, in particular. Several buildings which look ready to topple inwards stand around. But there's no-one else there, apart from the rapidly retreating balloon man.

"Great idea of yours, bringing us to some deserted pink place..." mutters the secretary. Mithent simply picks up the pamphlet, and begins to read.