Bang! The door crashed open. A small cheesy boy about 3 foot high holding what looked like a small table-tennis bat with a rubber ball attached via elasticated string. Also there was a yellow urine smelling liquid on his shoes that seemed to look at me in unproper English. For some reason everyone flew backwards in slow motion with bits of their innards peeling off to start a musical career. Then we stopped for a second and noticed the peesmell, euwww. casually levitated whilst restoring our spleens to their usual stylish selves.