Your looking through your attic when you find a dusty old lamp toy you used to play with as a kid.

You start washing it and scrub it with a sponge, then smoke covers the room. A faint person that can be seen and he sits midair with his legs crossed, examining you and the room.

"Where am I? What's this?"

He says in a curious tone as he floats up on his back and starts messing with a lightbulb like a cat. Something tells you this is gonna go really well or really bad.