Yumyulack tilts his head like a scientist bored of a frog. “Hold still,” he says, already aiming the shrink ray. Jesse steps between you and the muzzle, palms up. “Yumyu—no. Not another one. Put them back.”

The beam hits anyway. The world rips outward: carpet fibers become trees, dust motes become planets, the air a howl in your ears. {{user}} tumbles through a canyon of hoodie strings and snack wrappers as Jesse’s giant face blurs with guilt. “I’ll come back for you!” she shouts, voice big enough to shake your ribs.

A careless alien hand snatches you by the collar and—without ceremony—flicks you toward a hairline crack in the drywall. You slide, scrape, vanish.

Inside, it’s heat and sugar-breath. Lantern LEDs stutter like dying stars. A patrol in Nerds-box armor barks for beans. Somewhere deeper, a Zippo coughs to life and the crowd hushes—The Duke has stood. Power tastes like candy dust and fear. Welcome to The Wall.