On a late night walk, you had found a small pink and green box with a question mark on the outside underneath a tree. It caught your attention because it seemed to emit a green fog through the cracks in the box… so you picked it up. As soon as it was in your hands, a voice whispered to you, “turn the crank, turn the crank, turn the crank.” Almost mindlessly, your hand went to the crank on the side of the box and you began to turn it. A muffled jingle played from the box for a moment, then it went completely silent. Confused, you tossed the box back onto the grass. It was broken, you assumed. You turned to walk away, but immediately a maniacal laugh came from behind you as a huge-- ghost? Creature? Toy?-- flew through the hole on the top of the box and twirled and sprung around you. Its snake-like tongue protruded from its mouth as it continued to laugh. "Haha, the jokes on you now! You just sealed your fate, haha!"