There is now a door in the closet. Don’t ask
The protagonist entered a mansion through the wrong door. They are promptly sent on a deep expedition to the asteroid belt beyond Mars until things cool off
One of the protagonists notices a rock that doesn’t look like normal rocks. This is what they do now
The chorus comments that something is amiss
Eagles
After glancing a painting, the protagonist suddenly remembered with unusual vividness and verbosity that one time when
A presumably benevolent forest bard barges into the situation and recites poetry for a while
As they carefully opened the outer door, they found out they were not on a space ship after all
Following the dictum that it is better to rule in hell than serve in heaven, we went
As the music started to play, everything faded away
He awoke. This surprised him to a great extent
As she awoke, she noticed the dinosaur was still there
As the bear creatures carried me away,
Among the great certainties of space travel, was the fact that space elevators take a long time
The drugs kicked in faster than I thought
While the invention of teleportation sure sped things up, it was considered polite to ask first
Computer, end program
A new character enters from stage left. They bring news
The cat escaped. We followed
The need to soliloquy suddenly grips one of the usually silent characters
There is one new notification
This snowball has more gravity than it should have
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Thus, we suddenly found ourselves in
Snake magic. Why did it have to be snake magic
Having thus closed the book, she sighed
Expelliarmus
A small clockwork device lay on the floor. As I cautiously picked it up, it started to whir and rotate in an ever faster manner
Let me tell you one thing: budget cuts sure shift things around
We fell. It took a while
Have you heard about the Kenosha Kid?
It was at that moment my spider sense started tingling
Everything is almost ready to go. There’s just one thing left
No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory – this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy? I sensed that it was connected with the taste of the tea and the cake, but that it infinitely transcended those savours, could, no, indeed, be of the same nature. Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it?…And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom , my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it. And all from my cup of tea.
More longer friend see that sky? 